“Upon the rooftops in dead of night / You'll hear me cry, I'll shake you from your sleep…”

Scaling 4 foot snowdrifts so densely packed in places that my weight is supported, and eventually stagger into a Decemberists’ concert. Story of my life: despite the redline’s best efforts, I shall have fun.

“…For I am a poor and a wretched boy / A chimbley, chimbley sweep…”