Winter Wonderland, Winter Schmunderland

Winter Wonderland, Winter Schmunderland I've had it up to my ying yang If I never see another snowflake in my life My big base drum I'd bang Wonderland, Schmunderland, I've had enough Don't know how I've made this far Except for those few times in the loony bin Still have all my marbles, by gar Well at least I think I still have my marbles But sure wish I could feel my mouth This Winter Wonderland is for the birds Even they have sense to head south Winter Wonderland, Winter Schmunderland Who really needs all this crap I'd certainly be a very much happier camper If I could wear a hat without flaps
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Blown Avatar
December 23, 2022 at 4:40 PM
...bird feeders, a window and a camera make....winter-lands 'feathered' into visual wonders of....natural evolution from ....an easy-chair with all-day coffee to.... keep me going.....stan sand
Blown Avatar
December 24, 2022 at 7:35 AM
...well sir...i tell myself...'getting oldt be getting normal'...andt it's great....(i keep telling myself)...mmmhahaha cof : ) cofcof....
Ellison Avatar
December 23, 2022 at 9:44 PM
You know I'm starting to understand you! It worries me my friend! lol Season's Greetings Stan!
Lawless Avatar
December 23, 2022 at 4:12 AM
but who is making the best use of those "marbles".....the one with 100% using 80% of them or the one with 80% using 100% of them.....
Ellison Avatar
December 23, 2022 at 4:29 AM
You are confusing the hell out of me Johnnie!!! Just going to wish you Merry Christmas!
Cunningham Avatar
December 23, 2022 at 4:02 AM
Bet it looks lovely though Jack viewed from inside. No chance of it here, just grey and rain. Tom
Ellison Avatar
December 23, 2022 at 4:09 AM
Have a son living and working in Jolly Old for about the last month and through the holidays... miss him! Have seen too many Canadian winters in my life... enough already!!! Much merriment for you Tom!
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