The snow!

The snow falls down to the ground,how nice honey
snow so fat and so cold and its not funny,
snow that makes an Eskimo to go fool
Oh snow Stop!take a break and be cool!

Because the first twenty days we were so happy
but thats enough i think it starts to be so cruppy,
we built some snowmen you know anyway
but i dont know how to play you other way,
and its so hard for me that im almost old
to scratch the glasses of my car and spades hold,
and when i see myself on mirror of my house
to start wonder if its me or Santa Claus,
My God you listen?speak to You,i dont enjoy
and thats a reason our rellation to destroy,
please do the mirracle and give us sky blue
and make my house look like house and not igloo,
i hope my request to see with lot of sympathy
otherwise i will end with psychopathy,
its not good sign at 2 o clock after midnight
to stay on Internet instead to sleep to write,
and requesting You im not a realist
when rumors say that my friend you dont exist!