In Jan and Feb the frost starts to thaw
The days are much fresher and the nights aren't so raw
In March and April the season advances
the weather improves and the sunlight dances
In May and June the buds start to sprout
The leaves thicken up and its green all about
In July and August warm turns to hot
The rains all but gone and we're liking our lot
September and October the harvest is reaped
The stores are all full and larder is steeped
November December the weather turns dreary
The winter is here and the darkness is near me
The days resemble nights, the sun rises late
The dark arrives early, there's no sense of day
Beer gardens' over and there's little to do
Outdoor sports are not easy too
The elderly die, an unnecessary norm
Chilled to death, can't afford to stay warm
Energy bills increase, boilers pack in
Underused pipes are prone to freezing
Ice on the roads and leaves on the track
Shovelling driveways, breaking your back
It's no wonder the pagans invented Christmas
It's to break up the months where the world seems to dis us
They've give us an excuse to huddle together
To sing and be merry and ignore the weather
Stay all warm and happy as we watch and recite
To not feel the dark, light our houses up bright
and not mind the roads, we've time off from our shifts
and don't worry about the elderly, just bask in your gifts.
Set get down do Clintons and buy me a card
“Merry distraction from the centre of bleakness”
...I find winters hard.
