A Slight Chill
I look outside my window, clear and bright.
No snow, no sleet, but the glass is cool to the touch.
I walk into the living room, and shiver.
The television is on, tuned to the weather.
There's going to be a slight chill, as it seems.
No need to cancel school, no white-Christmas dreams.
Snowmen are a distant hope,
one that will never come true.
As long as I'm down here in Florida,
the water warm and blue.
No snow, no sleet, but the glass is cool to the touch.
I walk into the living room, and shiver.
The television is on, tuned to the weather.
There's going to be a slight chill, as it seems.
No need to cancel school, no white-Christmas dreams.
Snowmen are a distant hope,
one that will never come true.
As long as I'm down here in Florida,
the water warm and blue.