This is poetry for cold mornings when you don't want to get out of your cosy bed or for when you shiver at a bus stop waiting for a warm bus to bring your toes back to life.
Within is verse as satisfying as the crunch of frost underfoot or as enjoyable as getting the Christmas tree up without it falling over.
Here are poems as delightful as witnessing your daughter's face light up when she sees snow has fallen and as fun as building a snowman in spite of how cold your hands are.
