By Dave Hanks

		When the corn is in the silo
			And the hay is in the barn,
				Itís time to be expectiní
					Any oft told old time yarn.
		Of how the snow was a settiní
			So heavy on the ground,
				And the mystery in the air
					Was siftiní heavy, all around.
		Of the fairies in the fireplace,
			Just a danciní nice and keen.
	 			In between the logs a blaziní
					With a lustrous, shining sheen.
		And out through the tree tops,
			Out there in the storm,
			     Comes a rompiní and a whispriní aní 
			       	   So comfortiní to be where itís warm. 
		But surprises are in the offing.
			Surprises are in store.
				Your heart will do a hand-stand
					Over pleasant things galore. 
		What are those things you ask me?
			What is the big surprise?
				Iíll tell if youíll listen.
					Itíll make you ďohĒ so wise.
		Mostly, itís in the spirit of the liviní.
			Itís the excitement when you roam.
				Itís the joy of your life-style,
					Itís the happiness in the home!

		(Barred Owl: Contenment - Whatever the weather)