In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.
Don’t you just love the holidays? As soon as the Christmas season starts, I get the warm fuzzies. Snow becomes magical. The dark nights are a great excuse to turn on the exterior Christmas lights. The tree goes up and the whole house smells like pine and gingerbread and candy canes. Fa la la la la. La la la la. Presents, mistletoe, family, food. Sugar plums dancing in my head. It really is the most wonderful time of year.
Until December 26th.
And then it is the long, dreary, gray crawl to spring. As a Canadian you would think I was used to the four seasons…
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