Stuck in the house with snow on the ground,
It stormed all night and its still coming down.
The temperature dropped to 20 below,
The pot bellied stove has a nice orange glow.
We sit around waiting for the storm to unwind,
As stir crazy children drive us out of our mind.
We really weren’t thinking when the cocoa was made,
That caffeine and kids could be trouble in spades.
So next time it snows and we’re all stuck inside
With three crazy kids with eyes opened wide,
We’ll make better choices about what we shall serve,
So three crazy kids are not on my last nerve.