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        HOT CHOCOLATE
I had been waiting at the bus stop for far too long,
I was not the only one, there was quite a throng,
Only eyes showing, and much stamping of feet,
We were all frozen solid as the snow we did greet.

At last head lights showed through the falling snow,
It hardly seemed to be moving so slowly it did go,
Although the bus was already full we all got on,
That driver a hero’s medal he ought to have won.

At last my stop came I alighted still frozen through,
I was as stiff as a board, my fingers numb, what to do
If I had to unlock the door and fingers would not work?
But the family saw me coming and they did not shirk.

The door was flung open, my snowy clothes removed,
Taken to the fire, already I felt so much improved,
Then in my hands a mug of hot chocolate with cream,
I thought I had died and gone to heaven or having a dream.

It filled me full of warmth from my head to each cold toe,
That warm fluid seemed to know exactly where it should go,
Both hands cupped round the mug helping warm me through,
When you are frozen, hot chocolate is the best thing for you.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 31 May 2004