I wrote this a few years ago; figured this was a good time to share it. 🙂

Sung to the tune of “Walking in a Winter Wonderland”

Copyright (c) 2001 by Sheyna D. Galyan

Outside the doors, bells are ringing

Fill the kettle, these folks are singing,

I repeat to them all,

I gave at the mall,

Schlepping through a winter wonderland.

Gone away is the parking,

Here to stay are people narc-ing,

They’re loud and they’re rude,

Treat everyone with a ‘tude,

Schlepping through a winter wonderland.

In the street you can get your car towed,

And ignore the snow emergency;

You’ll have to go downtown to get your car back,

And pay them an outrageous parking fee.

Later on, we’ll conspire

To give away what we’ve acquired,

But reality sinks in,

We’ll face the debt that we’re in,

Schlepping through a winter wonderland.

In the front yard, we can build a snowman,

And pretend there’s feeling in our toes,

Our Minnesota winter is a cold one,

The temperature is ten degrees below.

When it snows, there’s work to be done,

Shovel fast, while we still have sun,

But compared to summer’s heat,

I’d still rather be,

Schlepping through a winter wonderland.

(spoken) Why am I wearing five layers?

Schlepping through a winter wonderland.

(spoken) Don’t slip on the ice!

Schlepping through a winter wonderland.