Arctic Conditions

Residents of this type of building abandon these in winter; only igloos and below-ground lairs provide the shelter that's needed when the weather is always this cold

On a Christmas Day we mushed our way over a northern trail;

Talk of your cold! Through the parka’s fold it stabbed like a driven nail.

If our eyes we’d close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn’t see;

It wasn't much fun — but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.

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