How many days until winter goes by
When the sun once again warms the skies
As much as I love my fuzzy socks
I yearn for when bathing suits fill the stocks
The frozen air whips my little nose red
Attempts to wake up are thwarted by my bed
Though the snow is visually pleasing
I wonder when Mr. Jack Frost is leaving
As much as I hate the intense heat
These winter cold flurries have me beat