Sung to the tune of White Christmas
Still waiting for the snow. Everything is freezing and it's colder than a well digger's toes but no snow.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Just like the ones we've always known. Where the tree tops glisten and geese are wishin', That sooner South they would have flown. Oh I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, As I look out my window pane, Where though the yards are barren folks are still preparin', To welcome snow time once again. I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, As I walk through the streets of town, Where the lights are cheery and folks are merry, And the styro-foam snowmen abound.
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