It's Behind and It's Tabled

His head was so full today.

And it's cold season.

A twitch of the fingers says oats somewhere in California.
And California is always coming up — played
"Move to California" while making red sauce,
but for the sound more than the meaning.

Stay there another year.
We'll see you again.

The snow has fallen,
The world is snoring,
Here I come.

There will be woods all around,
And leaves budding and being and falling
And honest to god pine trees.
And we'll have a great time.

I know we will,
We just need a decider.