The Chills

It's cold and it's blistery,
It chills you to the bone,
You look all around,
You find you're not alone.
The neighbor's out there too,
Trying to clear a way,
Just in case there's an emergency,
You may have to get away.
Can't see across the street,
For the blowing snow that falls,
People can't seem to walk straight,
They have a hard time just to crawl.
The kind of day to just relax,
Stay put as out the window you look,
Find a cozy blankie to snuggle 
Inside with a fire and a good book,
You look through the fine snow,
Feel the chills go through your bones,
Then think of how lucky you are,
To be in the comfort of your home.