Where Is the Snow

It cannot be true The skies overhead are still blue I want to see gray Purple and red To hear the wind howl As I lay in my bed. The air is so warm It tickles my hair I’m looking for snow But it just isn’t there. How can this be Christmas? Where is the frost Where are the ice storms I fear Santa is lost I pray to the gods To bring me some snow To bring back the climate That I’ve grown to know. The globe’s indeed warming That much is true But a mere inch of white stuff It simply won’t do. I want to see snow clouds Flakes big as my hand Drifts four feet deep That’s what I understand. But I will be happy If come Christmas morn Soft, wet white snowflakes Whisper the Christ Child is born