I’m dreaming of a Dad’s Snow Day,
With every child’s sleepless night.
When my head beats like a piston,
and the kids won’t listen,
Those buses can still run in the snow.
I’m dreaming of a Dad’s Snow day.
An empty house would be such a delight.
Just one day would make everything better,
and my chest feel not so tight.
I’m dreaming of a Dad’s Snow day!
Such a day would be merry and bright!
All I need is for those buses to keep runnin’
When the neighborhood is covered in white.
Fatherhood in the Trenches 