This piece is based on an excerpt of a poem by my mother
"On a bitterly cold Christmas night,
the snow lay round about.
Muriel discovered she had no food,
so was forced to venture out.
She struggled in the deep deep snow
as she scurried up the lane.
The icy wind almost froze her nose
and her energy it drained.
She came upon a farmhouse,
"Hooray, there´s someone home!"
The lights were on, the curtains drawn,
she heard voices singing songs.
So as quiet as a mouse,
she squeezed under the door.
No one even noticed,
as she rushed across the floor."