From Ezra Pound, on the changing of the seasons:

[MineralMan]

Winter is icumen in

Winter is icumen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damm you; Sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm,
So 'gainst the winter's balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing goddamm,
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.

Don't understand Middle English? Here:

Winter has arrived

Winter has arrived,
Loudly sing Goddamm.
It rains and ruins our clothes,
And how the wind howls!
Sing: Goddamm.
Buses slide and spray us with dirty snow,
And my legs shiver.
The river freezes, I am sick to my stomach,
Damn you, sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, it is why I am, Goddamm,
So ‘gainst the winter’s weather.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm.
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.

[Backseat Driver]

1. I like winter...before a roaring fire in my pj's with a brandy, a dog,

and a good book (right now, The Golden House by Salman Rushdie or Rachel's Blowout both from the library to prevent that hoarding thing from ever happening again)..after a dinner of comfort food.

Okay, I still have to walk the dog and feed the ducks and sometimes drive in the slop and the fire's electric not woodburning and provided by wind farms; I'm a fossil, so, of course, I'm trying to reduce burning of same...Alton Brown's egg nog recipe in the fridge got the last of the brandy so perhaps a Michelob Ultra Pure Gold (organic) in the perfect stein but probably a green tea w/Teavanna Cranberry Singapore Sling rooibos tea from a recycled bottle in the fridge. Crap, the dog's whining for a human treat or it's time for yet another walk...also means I can't change into my pj's just yet. Yup, winter sux sometimes.

May as well go out to your pub and Sing godamm!