First the sky grew grey and tired,
And I grew tired as well,
When the ground became mushy with snow,
My brain grew mushy and slow.
Even the air grew cold and harsh,
So my mood was just as snappy.
In a cold Vermont winter,
It’s hard to be happy.
But the little things always help,
Hot Cocoa with marshmallows,
Or when holiday carols bellow.
Snuggled underneath a blanket,
This winter I might just make it.