FOWC with Fandango: Divulge

As the winter nears
I’m partly full of fears
that Santa will not come
no cookies, not a crumb.

I worry that the snow
During darkness will not blow
and pile up my door
I can’t out, that’s for sure.

I don’t want any ice
In your drink it may be nice
but on my cars its bad
cracked windshields I have had.

So now you know my deal
these are all real, for real
In food I may indulge,
but to you truths I divulge.