Storm of the Century

This Christmas is going to be
The whitest one in history
A landscape stark but sweet
No footprints yet, no little feet
It may be early morn for most
But not for those who bring the post
The gritters trying to keep the roads
Free from snow and being closed

Mother nature's taking note
The weathermen have done a vote
Warnings of the biggest storm
Have now become the norm

The storm of the century
Is on its way to us
Reported by the media
To generate a fuss
There'll be plenty of snow
Drifts are sure to grow
As the deepest hit eight feet
You can barely see the Street!

This Christmas is bound to be
The greatest Noel mystery
A vision of tinsel, flashing lights
Warmth infusing endless nights
The snow is bluish; under moon
It's brightest white at noon
Warmth in homes stops the chill
Hoping that the storm doesn't kill

Mother nature's on her way
To make this such a crazy day
The winds are up and we have hail
The storm is here and the power fails

The storm of the century
Is on its way to us
Reported by the media
To generate a fuss
There'll be plenty of snow
Drifts are sure to grow
As the deepest hit eight feet
You can barely see the Street!

Warning! Warning!
The storm is calling!
Take cover now!
RIGHT NOW!

The storm of the century
Is on its way to us
Reported by the media
To generate a fuss
There'll be plenty of snow
Drifts are sure to grow
As the deepest hit eight feet
You can barely see the Street!

GA Price