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Jack Frost Goes Calling


Wrapped up tight against the weather

Like a sausage in its skin

Hard to move all his appendages

As a mummy bound in bandages

Jack Frost is in disguise

Dressed to fit a larger size

A stalactite hangs from his nose

Red and bulbous as a rose

The poor, poor man is feeling ill

And a chill runs up his spine

He is starting to decline

Quickly pass a glass of wine

Help him out to the latrine

Strip him off down to his skin

We will have to start again…

Jack Frost is the personification of frost and cold weather,[1] a variant of Old Man Winter held responsible for frosty weather, for nipping the nose and toes in such weather, coloring the foliage in autumn, and leaving fernlike patterns on cold windows in winter.
Starting in early 20th century literature, more filled-out characterizations of Jack Frost have made him into a sprite-like character. He sometimes appears as a sinister mischief maker.

©Denise G Allen, 17 January 2013 14:24