Outside the wind blows about,
Carrying ice and snow,
It's colder than a witch's tite,
The windshield ten below.
Foot prints mar the white expanses,
Made by warm snow shoes,
Hardly a car passes down the street,
In four wheel drive they cruise.
I look out of the window panes,
That are frosted over with white,
As I sip hot cocoa, steaming,
While winter blankets the night.
You can't hardly step out the door
Without freezing to the bone
So I think that it is best
If we just all stay home.
