It's Snowing Again

We haven't been out of the single digits here for a long time, and today is another grey snowy day. I was reading to Baby H today, and ran across the following poem in "The Real Mother Goose".

Winter

Cold and raw the north wind doth blow,
Bleak in the morning early;
All the hills are covered with snow,
And winter's now come fairly.

That pretty much sums things up. Baby H and I are going crazy indoors today. Yesterday was errand day, but I guess it wasn't enough to cure the cabin fever we've both got. Any ideas?