Harsh Winter Shows No Mercy

All empty streets are paved with sleet, it's not cold enough for a snowfall; the cheek-boned guy is seeking a place to sleep, he has found shelter in a warm corner down the hall! We expect some heavy snow, don't be caught cold; power outrage is a possibility, buy candles and stack up on food and check on friends; mental health improves: if communication is good! I spot the hot dog vendor with frozen face and eyes, his steaming breath is a volcano fuming; he challenges the brutal weather by rubbing his gloveless fingers; he curses it aloud: who thinks is mad when he yells? Wild kids run by the hot dog stand and poke fun at him saying, " Santa is another fat grinch, he offers nothing! " " My two children are hungry! " He chases after them; I hand him a twenty dollars bill: he can't stop smiling!