I never want to know a day that’s under 60 degrees
I’d rather have it 80, 90, 100 degrees.
Oh, some like it hot
But I like it really hot …
They call me Heat Miser,
Whatever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch.
He’s too much.
Adult me to Mr. Heat Miser: Dude, a 60 degree day is what we call winter around here. And 100 degrees? Sorry, but nothing melts at a mere 100 degrees. Now, show me a 110 degree day, and we’ll talk. 115 and I’ll know you have the cred to back up the name.
This is the man who threatened Christmas with his scalding temperatures? I’m so not impressed. (Unless he’s talking in Celsius. Then I’m so very impressed.)
Send Santa out to Arizona. We’ll show him that a mere 60 degree day isn’t enough to stop Christmas. With an optional sidetrip to New Mexico to discover the virtues of candles in paper bags as seasonal decorations.