Raindrops drum on the aluminum roof

Strains of classical music fill the air

Our corgi snoozes on the couch

Steam rises from a pan of hot water on the stove

Santa in his red coat stands on the front shelf

A bag of gifts slung over his shoulder

Our jade is festooned with Christmas birds and fruit

No traffic or people noises outside, only the quiet, wet night

Sitting in an armchair with my feet up on a stool

Eyelids heavy after a long, productive day

I am cradled in contentment

The pitter-pattering rain caresses my soul