TheJerk4

My mother sits curled in an armchair, Nose deep in a novel. My brother is sprawled   Next to the hearth, Gangly legs splayed around One thousand puzzle pieces. I lay draped across the couch, Eyes half closed, Cheek flushed from the Fire's flirtations, A small dog curled in my lap. Bing Crosby croons through the air, As sultry smells surround us… Cinnamon, nutmeg, Orange, cream, And an Unidentifiable sweetness Hangs in the air. Copper flames dance in the fireplace, Trying to escape their confinement. Next to the window, A bright green tree commands attention, Dressed in ivory lights, Peppermint sticks, and