Doesn't seem to matter how many times I click my heels together or wish upon a star, winter is headed our way anyway.
When I was a kid, about the time the snow started to fall, Mom made me wear a suit of underwear.
Complete with the trap door in the back. It was red in color and hot and scratchy. I hated wearing it, even as a very small child.
The signs are all pointing toward a harsh winter. I'm thinking that a red flannel union suit isn't such a dumb idea after all. :)