Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow
I woke up this morning nestled beneath the clouds of my blankets and peered out my window- to my surprise this is what I found:
A world cloaked in white. Hidden were the bright yellows, oranges, and reds of autumn. Winter, unexpected guest upon the threshold of my door, welcome. Tell me will your visit be a long one?
And as if on cue strands of my favorite Christmas songs began to fill my head. Even if the weather outside is frightful and I am not claiming that it is - there is something magical about the first snow of the season. The pristine veil it lays upon the world. The anticipations of hot chocolate and warm fire places, curling up on couches beneath cozy blankets with a good book or a dear friend. It has been a lovely day, and since I have no place to go I am even more inclined to say let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
A world cloaked in white. Hidden were the bright yellows, oranges, and reds of autumn. Winter, unexpected guest upon the threshold of my door, welcome. Tell me will your visit be a long one?
And as if on cue strands of my favorite Christmas songs began to fill my head. Even if the weather outside is frightful and I am not claiming that it is - there is something magical about the first snow of the season. The pristine veil it lays upon the world. The anticipations of hot chocolate and warm fire places, curling up on couches beneath cozy blankets with a good book or a dear friend. It has been a lovely day, and since I have no place to go I am even more inclined to say let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
