Running nose and wooden doors
When get frequent and jammed,
Woolen clothes and Game of Thrones
When adorned and rammed.
Icy snow and temperature low
When fall and maul,
Mom’s soup and ice-cream scoop
When switch places for all.
Christmas hymns and daylight dims
When bring joy and chills.
Morning fog and a writer’s blog
When get intense thrills.
Welcome these with trumpets and drum,
Lo! My friend; Winter has come…