There are some that like the cold
I don’t, but then I’m getting old
Winter is upon us as we can see
Bah Humbug, what it means to me.
Seeing my breath, having cold fingers
Hoping each day the sun just lingers
Some dream of fireplaces and snow
Why they enjoy it, I’ll never know.
I won’t say I never enjoy the snow
It looks okay from behind a window
When I don’t have to go out and play
Taking off work for a crazy snow day.
We’re told not to wish our life away
But through each Winter I find I say
Call me crazy for what it might be worth
Can’t remember why I live this far North.