Shoveling out of eight inches of snow,
It’s still falling, but the body is strong.
Below zero chill though I don’t mind,
I could watch my son do this all day long.
A brisk, chilly breeze,
Makes me truly feel alive.
But I wasn’t really cold,
Until I saw it was -5.
Don’t you worry,
The fridge is stocked,
With cold root beer!
You can have the lobster,
And a filet, if you please.
While I am quite content,
With macaroni and cheese.
Sammy looked at me sadly,
In her eyes, a tiny tear.
“Why are you up and getting dressed?
You went to work last year!”
Walked away from a mountain of laundry,
To answer the ringing phone.
So Sammy tunneled her way in deep,
And made herself at home.
A winter storm has hit us,
Wind, snow, hail and rain.
Curled up on the couch with my kitten,
So you know that I’m feeling no pain.
Christmas morn was dawning,
Thought I heard Santa Claus.
My mind was just confusing things,
What I felt were Sammy’s claws.