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In The Gloom of Wintertime

When Wintertime adventures are in full swing,
One finds themselves in variants outside their norm,
Be it just weather conditions, or alternate swings,
Oftentimes pushing our bodies systems more to perform…

Regardless it a hike starting in ten n under temps,
Or a crowd not mixed amongst much before,
Our bodies can only take so much beyond normals extremes,
‘Til our immune system finds itself stretched beyond its limits core.

Thus soon there’s a sniffle, a cough, an increasing temp,
Whilst Rain drizzles like children’s noses,
A sick day when everyone is fighting it off,
That’s far from snuggles and cozy horizontal poses…

For when a sick day doubles a rain event,
Movies and blankets may seem minds ideal,
However when everyone’s coughing/sneezing disrupts the storyline’s,
Soup, sleep and medicinals may become a nicer path through the ordeal…

Though devices have become alarms for medicine times,
And crystals find foreheads to soothe in kind,
Many a restless child upset they’re too sick to play,
Brings another element frustrating to one’s bind.

Yet there’s comfort in the warmth of a well herbed, spiced soup,
And a small ones smile a few days in brings hope of an imminent mend,
Soon enough all will be back out on another wintertime adventure,
Ever grateful for this ill moment in the gloom of wintertime to finally have come to its end!

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