The snow falls white, the ice shines clear.
So marks the passing of another year.
She keeps us in line, being fair, showing class.
Yet embracing us warmly, she'll still palm our ass.
Drag out the candles, there's no time to sit still.
Preparations must be made, to wish Happy Birthday to Lil.

Ok, so I'm no Walt Whitman, but the feeling is there. ha ha

Joyeux Anniversaire, mon ami.