The frosty, frigid winds of the winter;

Relentless and unending;

We carry on.

The dismal, desolate days of our sorrow;

Hazy and severe;

We carry on.

The rush to reach the warmth of spiced cider;

Glistening and toasty;

We carry on.

The lavish laughter of those we love;

Goofy and soft;

We carry on.

No matter what, and no matter how;

We carry on.

Always, carry on.