[ArGee]

I would have said the best way to enjoy snow is looking through a window from a heated room.

[Tax-chick]

But what about when you have to go to Walmart?

[NicknamedBob]

"I would have said the best way to enjoy snow is looking through a window from a heated room."

That is precisely what I have said, at least twice, but I called it a poem.

Here's one:

The Cabin Window

No matter how rude the cabin,
The window will face to the scene,
Of Winter’s fresh carpet of glory,
Or Summer’s lush meadow of green.

The window’s a part of the inside,
It makes the insidedness right.
For it shows what you’re trying to keep away,
The storms, and the bumps in the night!

Like a magnet that has both a north and a south,
Our comforts align the same way.
While you stare at your pleasant warm fire,
The window will show the cold day.

For while your feet are in slippers,
As you snuggle down all of your toes,
The window displays the rain and the wind,
As a lullaby helping you doze.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . December 4, 2006

[NicknamedBob]

Ah! Here's the other one. I couldn't find it one day, so I just wrote another poem with the same theme.

Outside In

No matter how snug your cabin,
There’s one thing you still must do.
Build it right, and chink it tight,
And always leave a view.

All of our comforts come with a price,
A ball and inevitable chain,
A sense of discomfort you’ve kept away,
As seen through your own windowpane.

The best room is always the one where you live,
And the fireplace makes it so warm,
But you must have a window to see the outside,
As you all snuggle safe from the storm.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . March 2, 2005

Sounds familiar, eh?