Snowdrops falling outside my window,
Icy drops of rain so cold
It freezes in the atmosphere,
It freezes about a mile from here
Where metal birds strain to spread
their wings
And the bluebird never ever sings.
An icicle hangs from the sad crow’s
nose
While I wiggle my nice warm toes.
I see the turkey in the freezer,
Sorry miserable old geezer
In a house that’s full with love and
beer.
It’s going to be a white Christmas
this year.
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