Eerie Winter Night

It was cold and frosty one Winter night
As I sat all bundled with the window in sight
The wind was blowing and the house was eerie
As my mind was racing but my eyes grew dreary
Slowly like anchors beginning to dive
My eyelids came shut as the night came alive
Into deep sleep I awoke to a sound
I looked out the window and a snowman I found
Stacked there staring with eyes of coal
Leaning against my snow covered pole
I looked to the floor with slippers now wet
How did this happen? Leaky ceiling I bet...
The stream was quite strange leading out the back door
My boots were still dry sitting here on the floor
The children were asleep and my wife was in bed
So who built this snowman I began to dread?
The snowman looked tall standing almost five feet
Who could build such a snowman I again would repeat
The night grew older and the room grew colder
My mind grew more curious and my nerves more bolder
I ran to the room and my wife appeared gone
That's when I knew something must be wrong
I put on my boots and stepped in the snow
It almost appeared like the snowman could glow
As I grew closer the snowman appeared not of coal
But in fact made of fifty percent cotton and Wool
Quickly turned around the look of an angry wife
The look you get when you know next comes strife
(Wife)
I burrowed your slippers to put the bills with the mail
Then I made a sandwich but the bread appeared stale
I then tied up this bag to then take out the trash
The t.v. was glaring with an episode of M*A*S*H
So I put on this coat and found my old shoes
The wind blew shut the door so I knocked: here's the bruise
From knocking so much, then I called on the phone
Nobody answered, So I began to groan
I called up my mom, waiting here for her arrival
Relying on this coat for my means of survival
(Husband)
Oh no, could it be, as the lights grew closer
I could only hope that it might be a poser
The car was now here, as the lights they did gleam
When all of a sudden I awoke, Just a dream?
In my chair sitting there, with the window in sight
Such a dream that I had, so full of freight
As I entered my room, to lye in the bed
A vision I encountered, one that I did dread
My wife again gone, now where did she go?
My curiosity wondered as my nerves did grow
I ran to the window with no snowman in sight
So I wandered and searched with all my might
Until suddenly I turned around and there she did stand
With stale bread in her arms and trash bag in her hand.