Rather than crank up the heat...

and ratchet up global warming

like bubbling vegetable stew

with tsk... tsk... heard

courtesy Greta Thunberg,

who would utter "how dare you..."

I bundle with layers to stave off cold

energy efficiency drilled courtesy

me late mother conserving
nonrenewable resources she extolled

now ewe best heed following suggestion

wool worth 3d printing than wearing

a sheep doubled over

along dotted line to fold

cuz expending (fossil fuel)

leaving carbon footprint

would immediately being lectured

by ecology conscious eldest daughter,

(a University of Pennsylvania

biomedical engineering alumna)

who would mildly scold.

Myself and thee missus holed up

here within Highland Manor Apartments

(unit B44 in case you wanna drop me a line)

we're here moost every cold December day

sipping warm cup

of our favorite beverage

exotic coffee latte brew

suits this muttering pup

actually yours truly

a doggone ole

long haired pencil necked geezer.

He can be found moost any given warm Green Day

shuffling along boulevard of broken dreams

overhead skies colored rosy gunmetal gray

occasional huff fro zen cloud slashing solar ray

heating inside cozy nook,

though outside temperature brisk,

nevertheless for winter quite balmy

while I sit here heavily clad,

hence yours truly quite toasty within

perfect weather for wedding,

especially one hashtagged December/May.

After dusk i.e. established misnomer known as sunset

occurs 4:36 Post Meridiem heavens quickly turn jet

black today - Thursday, December 10, 2020 (EST)

whereby darkness lulls one into sleepiness, I bet

dollars to donuts impossible mission

to keep eyelids opened, particularly if sleep debt

necessary to pay the sandman,

who knows maybe you gotta get get

comfortably numb vis a vis temporarily unconscious

state, whereby dreaming of a white Christmas

analogous to eventual Elysian Fields,

where divine creator

conjuring Nirvana and/or

a place called Willoughby

if a believer, said Almighty eventually met.