Winter Chills

The winter chills, they do grow cold,
Making one shake as if one were old.
The chills may freeze, and their winds waft,
And make us all feel like there's a bit of a draft.

That's why I'm glad that I have yous,
'Cause together we've got those BTUs,
And when the cold becomes epidermal,
We also have sheets, and clothes thermal.

But if my dear begins to shiver,
With Jack Frosts' arrows plentiful in his quiver,
I'll take away every last chill,
Even if I have to seal the window sill.

And once our home is nice and toasty,
And you're feeling warm and roasty,
We won't need to worry about a little snow,
Or if it gets to be something below.