On the Eve of My Birthday: A Poem

It's odd,
but I don't remember
Las Vegas winters
being this cold.

I check the thermostat,
it reads
56 degrees;
that's not cold.

I check weather.com
and it tells me
the morning temperature outside
is around 43 degrees,
but it felt warmer
when I took out the trash.

Maybe
it's my upcoming birthday;

I'll turn 67
on December 24.

I need a vacation,
to a tropical paradise
where I can sit on the beach
watching the waves roll in
and forget about the
cold chilly
desert winters.