Near and far in lands of hinter, holidays abound in winter
Chilly cold the winds a blowin’, trees are bare no leaves are showin’

Streams are frozen skies are cloudy, bars are full and loud and rowdy
Farmers sell the crops they reap, if any’s left it’s theirs to keep

Chopping wood in fall’s not fun, the coming frost helps get it done
Halloween is our first warning, then Thanksgiving, Christmas morning

New Year’s Eve then New Year’s Day, we wait for spring; inside we stay
Making use of time we bide, it’s just as well; it’s cold outside

Sweaters made of cable knots, the smell of stew wafts from the pots
We feel the season’s give and take, and wait for spring, its buds to break

Jeff Burkhart’s “Rhyme and Reason”
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