When it's December out, and the wind is cold,
Inside my blankets, myself I'll fold.
When the miserable drizzle, falls without,
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I hate Winter too Juan - lets hope there will be many golden rays coming soon. Great poem.
I do so understand, and fully agree with. You've been readin my mail as they say! I'm quite sure you speak for many with these wintery-words...