Stone Cold Gnomes

We Gnomes of Olde Worlde born and bread in real cold weather -- cold as tear freeze on cheek, as winds bite eyeball, as dogs stick to trees!

Verily we hear plethora complaining on mere 20degrees under zero - true winter in Petrograd we tredge many miles up hill... each way, brave bitter wind.  We laugh, Хa! at New England winter. "Хa!" we say, "ХА!"