A Wintry Winter (Music Video)

Our Summer Camp 2024 adventure was making this fun and campy music video! A huge thank you to all of our creative campers who did an amazing job singing, acting, bringing this idea to life!
Production Credits:
Music recorded, mixed and mastered by Bruce Roberts, ARP Studio
Video produced by Hector Salazar, MeanStream Studios; Regina Ruopoli and Danielle Loveless
Bill Gesin, Piano
Josh Hoover, Percussion
Frank Ruopoli, Bass
Regina Ruopoli, Guitar | Composer & Co-Creative Director
Danielle Loveless, Vocal Director & Co-Creative Director
Stephanie Easterling, Production & Administrative Assistant
Harper Teague, Production Assistant & Intern
Special thanks to:
Holy City Christmas/Nate Shoemaker lending us many awesome props.
James Island Arts & Cultural Center and Caroline Self for their enduring support.
Copyright (c) 2024, Regina Ruopoli. All rights reserved
For performance rights, sheet music or usage rights, contact [e-mail].
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LYRICS:
[Verse 1]
I don’t want sandy beaches in December
Not Carolina nor in Cozumel
88 degrees and mostly sunny
Just doesn’t bring the ring of jingle bells
Oh, I’d rather be in an icy scene
Playing in the snow crunching at my feet
[Chorus]
I wanna catch some snowflakes on my tongue
Go down the hill for one more run
I wanna see my frosty breath
Wear my new scarf and hat
I want a real winter, a wintry winter, in the south
[Verse 2]
Seagulls they don’t fly the same as reindeer
It burns to make those angels in the sand
We could drive up to skate at the Ice Palace
But I’d melt into a puddle in the van
Oh but we can weave a chilly Alpine dream
In a Swiss chalet for the Apres Ski
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Winter way down here, it has some good things
A Blizzard’s only just the kind you eat
I know that I should not be complaining
But I can’t drink hot chocolate in this heat
Maybe I can feel a little joy and peace
If I sit by the fire and turn up the a/c
[Repeat Chorus]
[Bridge]
Over the river & through the woods we’d go -- old Jack Frost nipping at my nose
[Repeat Chorus] + Whoa, let it snow! (In the south)