Getting Warmer

My poor hands are always cold
Forever turning white or blue
Alas, my woes do not end there
For my feet are icy, too.

Because I am so frosty
Nobody wants to touch
They say “Stay away from me!”
“Icicle hands!” and such…

But there is a silver lining
That makes it seem less dire
For I do enjoy warming up
In front of a toasty fire.