Let’s let the whole winter “festival
of lights” shine on the ice puddle,

but leave it. Right now’s for snows,
rains to brim overstuffed drains.

Let’s you and me bunker, get down
and nite-nite; hibernight.

Northern lights? Naw, northern darks,
let’s get a mood on: sleep through

Christmas for all they care. But if you,
Snugglebuns, curl right up along

(“it’s tight like that”),
that’s hibernice.