This winter, please, dear Lord Send us a real good storm One where we re all snowed in That makes people neighbors wave and grin Stranded in our own yards We might as well play cards And get out game boards So send us a real good storm We who get so uptight Need a good snowball fight And should be forced to ski To rent a DVD So heap it up to the window sill Make the mad world stand still Bury us Lord Under a real good storm We ll pile onto the old wood sled Scream when we see a tree ahead Make a man with a carrot nose Then come back in and have hot cocoa We ll cheer when the radio Says that our school is closed We ll make a big snow pile Dig it out and crawl inside Decorate it with Christmas lights Laugh and sing songs all night And we ll stay warm Inside of that real good storm So stir it up, Lord Send us a real good storm