Of course, I love the idea of a white Christmas. Bing Crosby instilled that in me long long ago. I just put the dog outside, though, and the minute that I was outside was enough to get under my skin and chill me to the core.
Brrr....
So I'm going to make some hot chocolate tonight to warm my cold cold heart. Tomorrow we're going sledding and then decorating Grandpa's Christmas tree. We're also going to catch up on our baking. I'm hoping that all this activity will make me forget that chilling feeling invading my soul... or at least my bones.
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