An old-fashioned Valentine’s rhyme on a theme familiar to those of us who spent many of the holidays in the frigid North.

February Treat

The ground is hard, the garden’s dead.
We fetch our mail with growing dread.
Surprise! A paper heart with frills
Appears among the heating bills.

—D. A. W.

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