Winter Woes
The snow must be three feet deep.
There's just a narrow path.
Mother Nature had this surplus,
She's hit us with her wrath.
Now Santa doesn't need the snow.
He flies through the sky, you see.
My trusty shovel needs a rest.
It's in use constantly.
Now I've got the Christmas blues
With frozen nose and toes.
These my friends are only some
Of my many winter woes.
Winter Woes
Host Johanna
By Mariannajo
© 2010 Mariannajo
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