Here in the midwest, I swear it is spring. At least, that's what the temperatures tell me. Sheesh. I want cold. I want white. I almost don't even really feel like it's Christmastime!
I know, I know, Christmas isn't about the weather, or any other such insignificant things. But I'm a "winter girl" (as my mom likes to call me), and I really am hoping that by Christmas Eve (or Day at the very least) we have some white on the ground.
Sometimes I feel like Lorelei from Gilmore Girls - I can smell the cold in the air, the snow that should be coming, and it excites me (more than others, it often seems). So when I walk out of a building, my brain telling me that it's December so it will be crisp outside, and I walk out to spring temps and humidity, I feel a bit let down. Come on, Midwest, don't you know it's time to be cold over here?!
Seriously though, my advent calendar is out, my Christmas gifts are being wrapped, and I am excited that in just 20 more days I'll be home with family, celebrating the birth of the greatest Gift I have ever been given.
And for that, I'm thankful, no matter the weather.
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