Snow CrazyIt's snowing outside
There's a warm fire burning inside.
Windows shaking from the howling winds.
I anticipate the chance,
igloos while everyone else builds snowmen.
Snow angels guard the entrance
I shovel out the inside.
It grows warmer with my body heat
igloos really are warm,
but a warm fire and cocoa are waiting for me inside.
Why am I out here in the cold
Maybe I'm just snow crazy!
Barbara A Ross
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