This is supposed to be somewhat cynical as I, and I alone, always get stuck with doing everything. Besides, I live where we don't get snow nor does it get that cold. So, this is kind of terrible poem.

Ho! Ho! Ho!
There's no snow.
But a carolin' we will go.

No Jack Frost nipping at our nose,
And Santa's hands aren't terribly froze.
Reindeers are prancing upon our roof,
And jingling bells with their hoof.

Tiny mice are out looking for a crumb
And Little Boy Blue is not beating his drum.
Christmas comes but once a year,
So let us shout in glorious cheer.

Ho! Ho! Ho!
There's no snow.
But a carolin' we will go.