I love sitting indoors and watching snow fall while drinking my oversize mug of hot cocoa just as much as the next person, but this year, my snow shovel has gotten more than its fair share of a workout, and the impossible snow/salt/ice stains on my black pants and boots seem to be sneering at me every chance they get. While kids and teachers are rejoicing during their many snow days, my version of “Let It Snow” has become more like this:
Oh the weatherman’s so outspoken,
And darn it, our fireplace is broken,
We’ve got a ton of errands to run,
Where’s the Sun? Where’s the Sun? Where’s the Sun?!