The temperature is 46 degrees and it is raining... just 14 degrees away from snow I keep telling myself. Oh, how I wish it would snow and snow. I would curl up on the couch with my laptop, take photos, and blog all day about it. We are cursed with mundane weather in the South this year. We haven't even had our usual round of severe weather on the heels of the many encroaching cold fronts.
My father called me a moment ago and asked me what I wanted for Christmas. They are going shopping today.
"I would love to have a real evergreen Christmas tree, and pretty ornaments and lights," I told him.
"Now, that is something I can surely do," he replied. "I will look for a tree down in Columbus, today."
Christmas was always a very special time during my youth. Christmases are my only fond memory of being a child. I would be out of that dreaded school. I could sleep late every morning. Hours were spent perusing the Sears and Roebuck annual Christmas catalog at the countless toys on its pages. My mother would be busy cooking wonderful holiday foods such as spiced tea, fruit cake, and gingerbread men. I wish I could have captured those moments in a bottle, only to be let out during hard times when I needed a respite.
Well, my kitchen timer just dinged notifying me that my Kroger pizza is ready. I am going to go eat a few slices and curl up on the couch and watch The Weather Channel.