The frightful wind chill.
My Bible study was postponed until next
Week as well.
I'm sipping a mug of hot chocolate instead
Of my usual coffee.
A friend included a packet in my
Christmas basket.
When Mom fixed cocoa she scalded the
Milk in a large kettle, enough for our
Family of eight.
The steamy beverage greeted Dad when
He came into the warm kitchen after
Milking the cows and feeding the
Livestock.
Up before dawn and out in the
Bitter cold I don't know how my dad did it.
He never had a vacation.
He never had a break.
I'm spoiled.
My hot cup of cocoa reminds me of
Home on this frigid day.
But I had forgotten that the drink is so
Sickly sweet.
I prefer my coffee.