It was a beautiful day in the North Country today: snowy but not inconveniently so, and not too cold. Our little brigands enjoyed racing down from our [future] house to see Grandma.
Er... nevermind. Bob's the better lyricist anyway. No, really. It's weird.
Hope she has some snacks, I know she'll melt like wax
I'll track in lots of wet, in haste to win the bet,
We'll fight and whine and yell and fuss, but Grandma still loves us!