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No snow this year oh where could it be,
It’s been raining and hailing no white for the tree.
The grass is turning green,
The flowers are growing,
It’s almost Christmas and still it’s not snowing.
The birds are chirping and flying about,
The kids are going to school no cancellations they shout.
The water is warm,
The temperature is eighty,
Its Christmas eve and its hotter than hatties. 
Santa is out flying around,
But he can’t land with snow on the ground. 
No sledding no rolling no drifting of snow,
No snowmen or skiing just nowhere to go.
Tornadoes and inches upon inches of rain,
No snow this year we are all going insane.
No freezing or sneezing no catching a cold,
No burning no heat from the wood stove.
No blizzards or snowmen boots on the feet,
Like I said before, 
Its eighty we cant stand the heat.
No scraping, no defrosting, the ground isnt froze,
No skating or ice fishing, just the blossoming of a rose.
Its Christmas I think but I could be wrong,
I look out my window and wonder where Christmas has gone!!!!

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