Irony

It's almost winter, time to play. Time to climb the hill and get out the sleigh. Sliding down the thick blanket of white Down the hill and out of sight. Grabbing some friends and to the ice rink you go. But you're all alone watching them skate and twirl Wishing you could go give it a whirl. But on your foot is a bright purple cast. Watching your friends skate on past.