In the summer
We’ll share ghost stories
Around the campfire
While swatting at bugs
And sipping lemonade.
In the winter
We’ll share ghost stories
Around the fire in our hearth
While wrapped up in blankets
And drinking hot chocolate.
The only thing
The seasons can change
Is our scenery.
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