Dam it's sure a cold place to be, socks slippers fully dressed an a throw, fireplace cracklin an jack frosted window panes. The snow's in squeak mode, with your foot or a tire an even foot of a mouse. It's even a place on the thermometer two converge. Farenheit an celsius chill for a while, at 40 below they share that same place. Warmer or colder to each other can't keep pace. Pull up the blankets another log on the fire. Nights colder than ice, tuck in the toes an let 40 below be as it may~