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Freezing in a Winter Wonderland 

to be sung to the melody of “Walking in a Winter Wonderland”

I am cold.
Are you listening?
On my nose,
ice is glistening.

Why must we roam?
I wanna go home.
Freezing in a winter wonderland.

Gone away is the feeling
in my hands. Face is peeling.
It is my desire
to be by the fire.
I’m freezing in this winter wonderland.

No, I do not want to build a snowman.
Both my feet are numb up to my knees.
I would rather be beneath an afghan,
safe inside from this sub-zero breeze.

Take me home. I’m not playing.
Can’t you hear what I’m saying?
I see my own breath.
I’m freezing to death
walking in this winter wonderland.

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Dave Irby is a retired law enforcement officer and a U.S. Air Force veteran, currently living in Halifax, VA.


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7 Responses

  1. Julian D. Woodruff

    What we need is more send-ups
    Like this one. It’s a bend up!
    We’re happy tonight
    With Irby’s delight,
    In (or not) a winter wonderland.
    Thanks and Merry Christmas, Mr. Irby

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  2. Sally Cook

    Where’s the fun
    In our Christmas,
    It’s as gone
    As the mist was
    Before the snow came
    A terrible shame
    We can’t laugh together any more!

    Keep them coming !

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  3. Gail Root

    Would it be alright to tuck a copy of these lyrics into the sheet music on our piano? Fun for all!

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  4. Paul A. Freeman

    Down the pub
    I am going,
    Christmas Eve
    wind is blowing.

    It’s twenty below,
    With a blizzard of snow
    Trudging through a winter wonderland.

    Merry X-mas Mr Irby and all other Wonderlanders!

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  5. Jeff Eardley

    I love this very clever parody. Here in England we often sing “House of the Rising Sun” to the tune of, “Oh Little Town of Bethlehem” which works remarkably well.

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  6. Susan Jarvis Bryant

    David, what fun!! My favorite lines are; “I would rather be beneath an afghan,/safe inside from this sub-zero breeze.” – how beautifully cozy! I am originally from the UK, and Christmas in Texas means balmy breezes and not an icicle in sight… your poem brought back chilling memories. I love it!

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