After a relatively mild and blissfully snow-and-sleet-free November, December and January, winter has come on with a vengeance. This morning while I was standing in half a foot of snow and waiting for my bus, the temperature was ten below. Reminded me of the “Snow Miser” song from “The Year Without A Santa Claus”:
I’m Mister White Christmas
I’m Mister Snow
I’m Mister Icicle
I’m Mister Ten Below.
You win, Snow Miser… now please go away, and send us your brother Heat Miser. Not only does he bring the heat better than habanero hot sauce, but he also has a killer Billy Idol hairdo.
Come to think of it, all of our horrible winter weather started right after Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow.
I know he’s a groundhog, not a gopher, but maybe we need Carl Spackler to take him out.