Waldo, don't let the snow get you down. Just whip the lid off the glue, take a big whiff, and sing:
♪♫
"Just glide there
Through the clear air
Making figure eights
Through the pearly gates
Where the soul and the universe meet

If you want to be a bird
It won't take much
To get you up there
But when you come down
Land on your feet "
♪♫
Holy Modal Rounders