The outdoors

Once, I walked on newly fallen snow
It was sobering,
but then it got cold, and feet froze
enough of sobering.
Thick, woollen socks and boots
I’m not an outdoor man
Traversing the North Pole is not
For me, I’m not a penguin.
I like to stay by the window when
it snows look romantic, festive too
thinking of yuletide of yore.