Frigid week in a winter clock Frosty welcomes me with a sock Winter is cold, caress me fine Blowing ice air, in the wind pine Old pleasant memory, flashback Bring to mind, my childhood home sack The bitter wind blows, snowflakes spread 'Bout my head, in frosty attic bed Love this kind of frigid coldness Laying in the complete darkness Pitch black with total surround sound Fresh cold winter around, abound My hooves smooch the cold, hardy floor The warmth of the blanket, adore Is all I need for dreams lofty And thoughts to the sandman frosty © daniel miltz