Opened the window to let in fresh air
Thought Sammy would like it but no!
Seems she doesn’t care for sub-zero temps
Or frolicking in the ice-cold snow…
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.