Cars would start! Ice would melt! Folks wore their light clothes!
While up through their chimneys mere wisps of smoke rose!
"It's seven degrees. Hope this thaw lasts 'til May!"
Two of his reindeer had just passed away. Dasher and Dancer had sadly drowned
while playing with mates confined to the ground.
but its ice had grown thin in the tenuous frost.
it just didn't seem right!
But a decade from now when these words are intoned.......