Watching the talking heads
Tell me how cold it is outside,
I am very glad I am warm in bed
And don’t have to join in that ride.

Snow has frosted our part of the world
With its cold, icy topping of white.
Cars are crawling slowly to work
Hoping not to become part of a giant ice rink.

Some kids get snow days and some have to go,
I wonder who makes these unfair decisions.
With my own long grown I just hope they are safe
And don’t have any icy cold car rink collisions.

So for my own snow day I will stay warm and play
At being the writer I’m not.
I’ll fill my day reading then sleep a few hours away,
And count the few blessings I’ve got.