No defrosters
No space heaters
No acts of pyrotechnics
Can diffuse this chill
Jack Frost chuckles
as I trip over his icy traps
Old Man Winter leans on Jack's shoulder
and giggles as his winter wonderland
becomes my daaaaaaaaamnation
That miniscule crack between the thermal of my glove
and the elastic edge of my sleeve
Exposing the only fleck of penetrable flesh
Is the target of the wintry rain
these fabled winter mavens
bestow upon me

Now, all ties are broken
the alliance we shared is severed
Maybe due to your severity
Chuckle if you must, Mr. Frost
Giggle if you may,old man
That white world of wonder
Is fading away