My own unique poetry take on the song Heat Miser from the classic show ‘The Year Without a Santa Claus‘. Heavily influenced by the wet rain and normally green Christmas’s in the Pacific Northwest. We may not have snow most years but we still have a lot of fun.
I’m Mister Snow Melter I’m Mister Warm I’m Mister Winter Swelter I’m Mister Fifty-one They call me Snow Melter, The snow I touch Starts to melt in my clutch I’m too much!
I never want to see a day That’s less than 40 degrees I’d rather have it fifty, sixty, a comfy seventy degrees! Oh, some like it cold or hot, but I like it in between! Hee hee!
He’s Mister Green Christmas He’s Mister Rain Sing it! He’s Mister Snow Melter He’s Mister Fifty-one
They call me Snow Melter, What ever I touch Starts to melt in my clutch I’m too much! Too Much!
Poetry, creative writing and a desire to inspire..... Isaiah 40: 31 But they who wait upon the Lord will get new strength. They will rise up with wings like eagles. They will run and not get tired. They will walk and not become weak..