Tell me something I don't know, fortune cookie

Me, soothing my burn with aloe from the plant I've kept alive for a few years: "I AM SURVIVOR WOMAN. LEAVE ME WITH THE NATURE."
Me, with the nature: "Which one of you trees do Skittles grow on?"

Tree lined sidewalk with ominous snowstorm clouds in the background

All the leaves are brown
And the sky is gray...
I'd say you know the rest but I need to write an additional verse about the frostbite I got on my ears.

The days after holidays should also be holidays.