It’s wintertime in Oregon
The clouds have all come back
Most leaves are gone, the moss is out
And all the ducks go “quack!”
Our sumps are pumping merrily
In the dark and dingy cold
And lovers don’t use mistletoe
They just stand under mold
A true sign of the season really
Raises my eyebrows
Whene’er I spot the first of winter’s
Squadron of rain plows
Dear Santa if you come our way
And think of flying through
Welcome to the land of potheads
Where they think they can too
Alas the spring’s three months away
And summer three months more
Indira’s attacking mildew and
It looks like it is war
On the brighter side, there’s energy
Within the winter mist
The weather delivering a sweet, wet
December kiss
I end this verse with festive thoughts
Amidst a solstice scene
Happy holidays to everyone
From the land of fog and green
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