The Slumber Party

Sometimes I think I'm part bear. I would love to hibernate all winter and come out in the spring. It just seems like the right thing to do.

Every year about the 20th of December,
I receive an invitation by air.
When the weather turns chilly,
And the sun sets early,
The letter is sure to be there.
The contents are simple,
And easy to read.
They say, "Come, take a rest for awhile,
Snuggle in bed, so cozy and warm,
Though the winds may blow frigid and wild."
The party continues "till March 21st,
When the forsythias come out to play.
The snow begins melting and days become longer,
And I find new strength for the day.