Drinking hot coco

By the fire

Much too cold

To be outside

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The crisp cutting wind

Against your face

The frosty ice box’s

That are your feet

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Jack Frost niping

At your fingers

Almost numb now

From that cold 

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And I’m inside

In here with my fire

And Charlie Brown on T.V.

And Christmas cookies

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I can see you

From the window

Next to the igloo

And snow angels

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You with your snow filled hat 

And frozen icy nose

Arms as still as sticks

Buttons out of line

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I’d bring you inside

Mr. Snowman but, 

Mommy says you’ll be fine

All alone in the cold

Outside