The winds howl and shriek in the north woods

I watch the snow smothering slow the land

As I wipe away frosted window panes

Making little peek a boo circles with my hand

My old toboggan leans against the coat rack

Mitts, boots and parka strewn by the door

Like anxious soldiers on the eve of battle

Just waiting for the word to charge once more

The scratchy Victrollia announced the town closed

Temperature took a dip below the freezing mark

There’ll be races down old Donnelly’s Hill

Later maybe skating in Cherry Pond Park

From the woodstove wafts the smell of bread

Baked beans simmer on the burners up above

Mom rocks the newest baby close to her breast

Swaddling him in the arms of mother’s love

I hear the roar and grind of the monster plow

Stacking mounds where shovels already cleared

If I listen close I’ll hear old Mr. Lovett cursing

Beneath the icicles hanging from his Santa beard

I finish off my porridge with sweet molasses goo

Drink the gritty powdered milk in a gulp or two

Munched down with my peanut buttered toast

Look to Mom to see if I am free to leave you know

Finally dressed in multi woolen layers

I’m out the door to engage the wonderland

Enchanted memories and joy yo last forever

Only the young and young at heart can understand!