With a crown of mountaintops,
And a covering of pines to hold tight
The Mountain Man has taken ill,
And only one can make him right.
The cure is not a potion nor a pill,
Nor a hot chocolate
Nor a feel good chill,
Nor a winter wreath
Nor even a smile filled,
With teeth.
The warden of the sky will know,
To bring him all too soon
A heaping, leaping, keeping spoon,
Of snow!
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Get well soon, my friend… and we need some kind of real winter here in Oviedo, Asturias, Spain (19 degrees, Celsius, is not a nice temperature for December)
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Thank you! Oh no! I’ll bring some cold wishes your way ☃.
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Very well received indeed 🙂
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