Light a fire in flinty February,
As the evening time comes down,
Welcome all the family home
With shopping bought from town.

Hear the logs crackle and roll,
And the sparks pop and hiss,
A storm roars down the chimney,
To deliver its tempestuous kiss.

Drowsiness in the living room,
As the expiring embers fade,
Up we go to those clean sheets,
And beds so neatly made.