The cold weather embraces you,
And you embrace the cold.
The shivers shake and often quake,
And the chattering teeth grow old.
The wind, it sings,
Can even howl,
And at worse it slaps your face
To make you wonder why you left
The sun for this cold place.

But then you see
Just up ahead
A fire roaring loud,
Circled by friends huddled together,
Keeping warm for they are proud
To withstand the weather others can’t
And brag their skin is thicker, too
For they have not quit
On Winter Incarnate,
And it will not quit on you.