It’s so nice to see you again. Please leave. I was thrilled when you arrived an’ I took special pleasure in the snow you brought so we could have a white Christmas. In fact, that was very considerate, on your part. In spite of the fact that my heart raced with joy when you arrived, I’m beginning to notice murmurings of discontent among the masses. I fear you may be reduced to tears, should your old, cold ears pick up the whisperings that might travel on the wind. No disrespect intended, of course, but it would not be a good idea to give in to such frozen showers, if my opinion counts for anything.
In case you haven’t been keeping good tabs on just how busy you’ve been, may I remind you that evidence of your extended visit is virtually everywhere. Although I’m sure the farmers are thankful for the moisture so their crops will benefit, I rather think they would not like it if you should continue to shed tears and turn an already messy situation into an impossibly dangerous one by adding your icy personality. Keep in mind that ‘Safety First’ should always be your motto.
I’ve noticed that you seem to have forgotten to be safe in some of your ventures. Recently, when you arranged for my good hubby-buddy and I to spend time in a ditch, we did not feel that you were practicing ‘Safety First.’
Rumor has it that Spring is impatient for her vacation here. We have enjoyed getting to know you soooooo well, this year. Now, its time to move on an’ let Spring have her time with us. Yes, I realize that it may be a little early for such change, but I’m tired of being so cold. I’m looking forward to lilacs an’ tulips. Two-lips is my kinda’ season; not Blue-lips.
I have your bags all packed an’, though you may be very comfortable where you are, please don’t let the door hit you in the rear, as you leave.
Until the next time, keep a hug on.