Winter Wimp

I suppose I shouldn't complain about the weather. After all, it is the fourth of December. I usually try to refrain from using four-letter words here, but did it have to snow ?

It has been unusually warm in New England for this time of year. The month of November had an average temperature in the fifties. It was 68 degrees on the first day of December, for crying out loud!

A cold front moved in Friday night as a precursor to a cold Saturday and Sunday. I have to admit it, we were spoiled by the pleasant weather we've been having as of late. I'll have to lay off the meteorologists and weathermen. Their forecasts were correct.

To put things in the proper perspective, however, I have to admit that the total snowfall amounted to less than a dusting. The only thing it stuck to was the cold metal of parked vehicles. By 11:30 AM there was no evidence that it had snowed at all.

The only reason that this snow bothered me at all was the fact that it was the first snow of the season. That means that there will be a second, a third, etc. I can only hope that the predictions for this winter are accurate. According the National Weather Bureau, this winter is expected to be comparable to last year. I can live with that! There were only two measurable snowfalls last year and they were of the powdery type.

If you haven't guessed by now, I hate the winter. I am a bonified winter wimp. I'd like to see only one snowfall the entire winter, about one inch on Christmas Eve just so we can have a white Christmas.






Nuttin' For Dubya
(Sung to the tune of "Nuttin' For Christmas")


I broke the Republican's back;
Everybody bitched at me.
I said there's WMDs over in Iraq;
Everybody snitched on me.
I couldn't pronounce nuclear,
I make Cheney look superior,
Though he took a gun to a lawyer,
Everybody's bitchin' at me.

(Chorus:)
Oh, I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas,
Mommy and Daddy are mad.
I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas'
'Cause I been Presidentin' so bad.

I put a price on Sadam's head,
The Iraqis bitched at me.
I lied just like Daddy said,
Everybody snitched on me.
I own several oil plants
Not by the seat of my pants
I made money not by chance.
Why's everyone bitchin' at me?

(Chorus)






I won't be seein' Santy Claus;
Somebody snitched on me.
He won't come visit me because
Everybody's bitchin' about me.
Next year they'll see I'm straight,
Next year I'll be good, just wait.
I'd start now, but it's too late.
Somebody snitched on me.

So, I'd better be good, whatever I do,
"Cause when I'm bad, I learnt
That I'll be gettin' nuttin' for Christmas.

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