This merry chant brought to you by the lack of sufficient heat in my office. Just imagine yourself a bunch of Vikings from the Capital One commercials huddled together on a frozen hilltop (abet, without the snow). The chant/song starts off softly and gets louder and faster each round. And no, I’m not promising it makes sense. ^_~

cold. Cold. COLD.
Frozen fingers, frozen toes.
Dreaming for the lack of snow.
Something wintry this way blows.
Down the hills and down the rows.

COLD. COLD. COLD.
Ever closer to the mark.
Old year dying in the dark.
Winter’s bite and Winter’s bark.
Light the new year with a spark.

COLD. COLD. COLD.
We in the darkness be,
Drinking mead cheerfully,
Oh what a sight we three,
Standing beneath the tree.

COLD. COLD. COLD.
I wish it would end
Tis no way to spend
The evening with friends
I think I’ll transcend.

COLD. COLD. COLD.
Author insane.
Frozen her brain.
No more refrain!
COLD! COLD! COLD!