A weather forecast promising four inches of snow, then two inches, then a dusting, then, maybe, nothing at all is singularly deflating. Yesterday was cold enough for snow, but it didn’t show up. What did show up was cold and a lot of nothing falling from the skies–not even oobleck, Dr. Seuss.
In glancing back at past posts, I found a rhyming one that I thought you might enjoy. This was written about Christmas Eve but, after all, Christmas Eve will arrive in only a little more than two weeks.
I woke up this morning and sprang from my bed, with thoughts of a busy day rife in my head. Now on with the coffee pot, on with my blog; fill the bird feeders and also the dog. Quick, to the kitchen I go in a hurry; from counter to stove top I scoot and I scurry. The pots and the pans I attack with a clatter; I’ve got to find recipes, stir up some batter. Christmas is coming and company too; I can’t waste a minute; there’s baking to do. But then, with the evening, when all the work’s done, I’ll say, “Welcome, Christmas. God bless us, each one.”
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Snow from 2013
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