Camouflaged Jack Frost infiltrated covers,
worming into the bed in a military crawl,
starting at my feet he slowly creeps in,
even slithering into my socks.

Slowly up my legs, he oozes,
eventually sapping all my heat,
I toss and turn and turn and toss,
but that just gives him more room.

I get up to free myself from his icy grip,
headed to the thermostat on the wall,
pressing the screen to increase the temperature,
the fan icon spins, but the real one doesn't turn.

Tripped breaker, Mother Nature wins,
I bundle up to go do battle outside,
the wind batters me as flurries fall,
I pry open the icy breaker box.

Icecicles fall, threatening my toes,
like ***** traps set for me,
a pile of snow falls off the house,
and down my collar, as winter fights.

But I win the battle this time,
I flip the tripped switch and the heat kicks on,
slipping and sliding back into the house,
the war continues outside.