So I went out my front door this morning and saw flakes drifting down. Without thinking I said, "Aw, shoot--snow!"
Immediately I realized that 10-year-old Cabeza, if he were here, would be sorely disappointed in what a lame adult I had become. Therefore, I repent of my dread of traffic and ice and embrace the possibility of building a snow man (or maybe a snow toilet (ah, Soutridge)). Let it snow!
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Of course right after I posted this the snow stopped.
Meh.
Of course it did.
So I had the White Christmas scene in my head before I followed the link--and it's been in my head ever since. At least the snow was "drifting down." In Chicago, the snow comes at you sideways.
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