is made out to seem like the old, grumpy man, it is a grandfather-type who enjoys the unity that
the season brings.
In the beginning of the poem the poet says, “A wrinkled crabbed man they picture thee,”
meaning all the people that see winter imagine him as a mean old man but if you stop to look
around you see the closeness and bondage the season brings. Winter sits atop his great armed
chair watching the children celebrate Christmas but he also sees the bad things winter brings. He
talks about, “Or circled by them as thy lips declare some merry jest or tale of murder dire.”
saying basically he surrounds the people as they sing happy songs