The cold of the artic
Cuts into our bones
We pray for it to be departed
While we stay in and talk on the phones
When we venture into the street
The wind whistles in our ears
Icy snow is under our feet
I swear if it continues, we will all be in tears
But try and be of good cheer
Whatever your proclivities
Christmas holidays will soon be here
And cold or not we can partake in the festivities.