A Christmas Poem for You

Twas just days before Christmas
and all through the town
the snow won't stop falling
and the satellite's down.
Far more snowmobiles than plows
can be seen on my street
as we search through the pantry
for something warm to eat.
After shoveling my way
out to feed all the creatures
I'm feeling quite numb
through all of my features.
I'll put the kiddies to bed
turn the fire up just right.
Merry Christmas to all
and to all a good night!

Wow, and hope everyone is safe and warm inside on a night like this! (At least here! Brr.) Sorry for the lame poem. My brain is frozen. I told my mom the snow was up to my knees this morning and then had to take it back, because it was only half-way up my shins. Well, NOW IT IS! Big furry snow boots don't help all that much when the snow is higher than the boots. Time for new boots? (Isn't it always?)
Poor Mr. Barney McDreamy (the 'barn' kitty) is confined to cruise around in the paths I made because otherwise he'd sink in over his head. His fault though, really, we keep trying to bring him inside but the most inside time he can handle is overnight in the garage. Otherwise he howls like a banshee. I'm babbling. So sorry!