The weather outside is frightful

Bundle up, guys and gals.
The ol' trofster is spinning this platter for all you snowbound snuggle-bunnies in the northeast.

The weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
Oh, since we've no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

Well it doesn't show signs of stopping
But we've got some corn for popping
And the lights are turned way down low
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

When we finally kiss goodnight
How I hate going out in the storm
But as long as you hold me tight
All the way home I'll be warm

Well the fire is slowly dying
But my dear we're still goodbye-ing
And as long as you love me so
Let it snow, let it snow (let it snow)
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow (let it snow)

When we finally kiss goodnight
How I hate going out in the storm
But as long as you hold me tight
All the way home I'll be warm

Oh the fire is slowly dying
But my dear we're still goodbye-ing
And as long as you love me so
Let it snow, let it snow (let it snow)
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

And I've got no butter for my waffles
And the temperatures too damned cold.
Screw the snow, screw the snow, screw the snow.

Let the little ones out the door this morning and they both sank into the snow up to the tops of their shoulders! One got totally disoriented and had no idea where the stairs were to come back in and I had to go out in my robe and snow boots to fetch her!

Not too much snow, but colder than a witch's mammary!