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Winter Blues

It's a most paradoxical season

Of candy cane lane and seasonal depression

Some call it the winter blues

When the days are short and often cloudy

And the nights are frigid and black

People forget how to drive

And your socks are always wet

There's an aura of chaos and mayhem

At the local shopping mall

Santa Claus grumbling behind his beard, overworked

While people shop for things, stuff, and gizmos

Will he appreciate the stand mixer (50 percent off)?

Will she like the stainless steel bracelet?

Will they be happy to see a Barbie dreamhouse

Under the Walmart Christmas tree?

It's hard to think, with all that noise

That's part of the reason for winter blues

When my skin is dry and scaly

And my ears are constantly cold

My body always too chilled or too hot

Everyone sneezing around me

But, it's beautiful too

The snowflakes catching on my coat

As we ice skate under the stars

Time stopping still

'Cause the only cure for winter blues

Is a steaming cup of cocoa

And good company 



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