Gods

The winter winds have won the day
shifting the trees with ice and snow.
I called to all the gods but, hey,
I guess they just don't hear the phone.

As white as the ground is covered clean
No gods were anywhere to be seen.
They must be up there somewhere warm
laughing at the rest of us in the storm.

Maybe those babes are Christmas shopping
so they can blend in like other guys.
I remember my dad in a holiday costume
dressed up like a god I didn't recognize.

When the snowing subsides and the danger has passed
the holidays will come to an end at last.
All I wanted for Christmas was to kick it with the gods.
But most wishes are fishes we fry in a pot.