A Wintery Interlude

It's been a while since I wrote a poem, so here we go...

Oh winter storm

How hard you blow

From East to West

From high to low

Your wrath is harsh

And biting cold

You make me bundle

And feel real old

My fingers ache

My toes need heat

I wish my car

Had a heated seat

The snow falls fast

It swirls all ''round

When the wind rushes past

It makes that sound

I'll drink something hot

And keep busy inside

For I won't let this storm

Ruin my yuletide.

Stay warm and safe, everyone!