When it’s snowing, out here.
Pretty sure that my Dad created some extra lyrics to ‘chestnuts roasting on the stove’ because that’s all I ever sing when it snows here. If you’d like to hear my beautiful rendition of the song, just let me know.
I do love the snow. It’s lulling and peaceful and hypnotic and somehow transforms my funny little town into a mountain retreat. At least in my mind.
And I love the snow even more when it’s surrounded on both sides with 60 degree weather. Really quite swell.