Winter Calls

Ting-a-ling! Ting-a-ling!

The telephone was ringing.

I answered the phone and asked "Who's there?",

The caller puts me in the fog where,

He presented himself in the form of puzzling riddle,

In which his identity was hidden in the middle.

The card of hard to get was thrown,

By this mysterious caller on the phone.

I was hustling to decode the riddle that said,

"I am the season of making people lazy and sleepy head,

Even when it's noon, the time of being productive,

Tell which season am I with such adjectives?"

I found this easy riddle to be puzzling,

As in all four seasons; being work-shy is my thing.

Yet I pondered a bit and gave it a shot,

And served my answer along with a question pot.

"Winter." "Did I serve the answer correctly?"

I answered and questioned him hesitatingly.

The caller said that my fluke is cent per cent right,

And he was standing outside my residence site,

Along with his four friends, 

Chilly Weather, Snowfall, Christmas and New Year.

I am filled with joy and thrill,

To spend my few months with Winter and can chill.