The Thrills Of Chills

Of Frosty and Jack Frost

I dream and shiver,

there such joys in those icy thoughts,

in Southern California

the idea of winter

stirs me with images

from days I rather spend

by savoring summer’s heat.

 

So I wear my coat

on days of forty temperatures

watch the snowbound lands upon the news,

try to be grateful I just got the chills.

Sit by my fake fireplace

turn on that electric light being

a fake wooden log

and think I’m really cold.

 

But when you are used to wearing shorts

even in November

it might as well be a snowstorm outside

as to be in the gray skies and forty three.

 

Still I take comfort in my illusion of freezing

aware I’m better off

than the poor souls in below zero temps,

who I watch on the television.

 

Wish you well if you under some drift

hope you won’t hate me for not visiting,

because I like plastic snow and aluminum icicles,

sure makes the winter convenient.