Christmas
Time for another 60-degree Christmas. I swear, one year my dad and I are going to have to carry out our plan to go north in order to guarantee snow for Christmas. It’s not the same when you can wear shorts. That’s for cut scenes in Christmas specials about how the holiday is celebrated in far-flung tropical lands. I want 3 feet of snow. I want the pipes to freeze on Christmas Eve again, like they did when I was about 10. I want quiet and snowy. Oh well, I still like Christmas. A couple of weeks to do whatever I’d like, basically. I don’t have a big family but I do like hanging out with them.
Merry Christmas to all.
Oh yeah, it’s not Christmas without me mentioning this again:
