When it gets chilly I bundle up
with a good book and a blanket
M fuzzy slippers keep my feet warm
And then my thoughts start to wonder
Chilly evenings bring back memories
of hot chocolate and cinnamon buns
which my Mother used to make
to keep our bodies warm
I sometimes think she was right, you see
I remember falling asleep
Under the blanket cozy and warm
While my Mother was kissing my cheek
The chilly evenings of long ago
I cannot ever forget
As I wait in the kitchen
For my cinnamon buns to bake
Now is the time for my own children
to fall asleep, you see
Cozy and warm under their blankets
While I now kiss their cheeks