It snowed again Sunday in Boston and while it’s warm today, the weatherpersons are threatening snow in the District of Colombia Thursday and Friday.
I’m usually a snow lover, but I admit to being a little Winter-weary. I’m not sorry, however, to have an excuse to reprise a little ditty I composed last year, when it snowed on St. Patrick’s Day after another exceptionally snowy Winter.
White Saint Patrick’s Day (set to what should be a recognizable tune)
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are frozen,
From end to end and down the whole northside;
St. Patrick’s snow is not what I’d have chosen
-And truth be told, I hardly can abide.
Oh, take it back, Canadians, take your we-ea-ther,
Cuz now the Beltway’s hushed and white with snow;
And I’m stuck here, with children hell-for-leather,
Running inside, with no place else to go.
And in the garden, daffodils are dying,
Coaxed forth for Spring, which came and quickly fled.
Go out and see the place where they are ly-y-ing,
And kneel and build a snowman there instead.
And still I know, or hope, that Spring is coming.
Snow angels must give way to greening grass.
We’ll tread once more on ground that’s not foot-numbing,
…And grouse that Summer’s heat’s a pain in the ass.
Rebecca Ryskind Teti lives in Hyattsville, MD with her husband, four kids and a misbehaving beagle. She is Director of Women’s Programs at Our Lady of Bethesda Retreat Center, a frequent speaker on prayer, spirituality and the intersection of faith and culture, and web editor for CatholicDigest.com.