Jag minns inte när det var en hel dag med plusgrader sist. Det måste varit för jul? Jag har aldrig sett så mycket snö här i Rotebro. Det är säkert en halv meter. Vallarna börjar bli så höga så det börjar bli svårt att skotta. Nu ska jag slappa.
Först tillbaks till 1980 - redan då hade ABBA en stor hit med den här:

I don�t wanna talk
About the things we�ve gone through
Though it�s hurting me
Now it�s history
I�ve played all my cards
And that�s what you�ve done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play

The winner takes it all
The loser standing small
Beside the victory
That�s her destiny

I was in your arms
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking I�d be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules

The gods may throw a dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
It�s simple and it�s plain
Why should I complain.

But tell me does she kiss
Like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name?
Somewhere deep inside
You must know I miss you
But what can I say
Rules must be obeyed

The judges will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all

I don�t wanna talk
If it makes you feel sad
And I understand
You�ve come to shake my hand
I apologize
If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense
No self-confidence
But you see
The winner takes it all
The winner takes it all......