Once the cold weather starts, inevitably, I think of Jack Frost and the old cartoons depicting the old man with long frosty fingers, so I wrote him a poem.
Jack Frost all dressed in white
evil fingers freezing the land.
Dark winter, time has stopped.
On the land, hell just froze.
A prayer broke the mountain ice
A ray of light appeared above.
The host’s descent cold evil melts.
The land is thawed, is free once more.