Oh, the weather outside is,

quite annoying now, actually

But the fire is so,

disappointing, because they cut me off

And since we've no place to go,

Let it snow! I haven't got any moon boots! Let it snow!


It doesn't show signs of stopping,

And the soles on these shoes are flopping,

The traffic is ridiculously slow,

Let it snow! I've got a hole in my mittens! Let it snow!


The fire is slowly dying,

I should have said I paid the bill and advocate lying,

But as long as we've got the box set of Poirot,

Let it snow! There's an icicle in my shoulder blade! Let it snow!