Greetings from Peter)

Father Christmas walks on the canvases, the beard turns,
This time he doesn’t need to shrink:
All the elephants were stunned by this weather.
They are, however, of the northern race.

The mountaineers are a sad crowd.
They don’t want to be watered from the sky.
Rain that will be clear by the end of the year
Local weather instead of snow.

Lord, good heavenly officials,
Would you check your bills for now?
Per somewhere in a hurry lost?
Give us snow! We caught him!