“Oh, the weather outside is frightful...”
I thought we were doing alternate lyrics to “Let it Snow!”
Only eighteen more lines and we got it.
“But the fire is so delightful,” still fits.
“And since we’ve no place to go ...,” Chileans can come to the United States, but I only know one couple, who came here in the 1970s when Chile’s government was ghastly.
“Let it blow, let it blow, let it blow.”