i see this old stone fireplace twice a day, on my way to and from work
it apparently was once part of a grand lodge long since gone
i wonder about the stories that might have been told in front of the blazing logs and smoldering embers
of mighty hunters and ice fishermen and the ones that got away
it was "this" big and i could have shot him (hooked him) but it just wasn't a clear shot (strong line)...
the stockings hung before it and the twinkling eyes of children listening
twas the night before Christmas and all through the house...
the toes that wiggled as they thawed
can you believe this cold? they say this is the coldest it has been in years...
i wish i could light a fire in it just to sit in the snow and watch the stars