By Bess Sibley
I fluff the pillows ‘neath my head
snuggle down and lie abed;
I dream of strolling on the beach
with rainbows old within my reach.
I dream of candlesticks and wine,
On pheasant under glass I dine.
Sometimes they make my dreams come true,
with trips and gifts and flowers, too.
Their love expressed in many ways
makes each day a perfect holiday.
