I'm Wintering?

I'm wintering from frigid air
my bloodless bones cold air can't bear,
north winds were whistling ' get inside '
I did, thanks, and got my hide fried
now I hibernate, like the bears.
 
I've three square, warmth, but not much care
a window through which I can stare,
these six months I shall so abide
I'm wintering...
 
An' I guess it was only fair
my boots worn thin my clothes threadbare,
soon, there's Christmas dinner, besides
who cares, as Hobo, I got tried...
and jailed, as I pace my small lair
I'm wintering?