"The Hunters in Snow" by Pieter Bruegel the ElderA ‘Walking in a Winter Wonderland’ Parody by David D. Irby The Society December 25, 2020 Poetry 7 Comments . 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. . . Dave Irby is a retired law enforcement officer and a U.S. Air Force veteran, currently living in Halifax, VA. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. CODEC Stories:Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 7 Responses Julian D. Woodruff December 25, 2020 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 Reply Sally Cook December 25, 2020 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 ! Reply Gail Root December 25, 2020 Would it be alright to tuck a copy of these lyrics into the sheet music on our piano? Fun for all! Reply Paul A. Freeman December 26, 2020 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! Reply Jeff Eardley December 26, 2020 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. Reply Cynthia Erlandson December 26, 2020 I agree! (And I love snowman/afghan!) Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant December 30, 2020 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! Reply Leave a Reply to Julian D. Woodruff Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Captcha loading...In order to pass the CAPTCHA please enable JavaScript. Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Julian D. Woodruff December 25, 2020 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 Reply
Sally Cook December 25, 2020 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 ! Reply
Gail Root December 25, 2020 Would it be alright to tuck a copy of these lyrics into the sheet music on our piano? Fun for all! Reply
Paul A. Freeman December 26, 2020 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! Reply
Jeff Eardley December 26, 2020 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. Reply
Susan Jarvis Bryant December 30, 2020 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! Reply
