subtitled: pity party
Nothing makes me more homesick than snow at Christmas time. That whole introduction to "White Christmas" about the sun shining and green grass is still how Christmas feels to me. The kids and Eric would love to see snow for Christmas but I feel the complete opposite. It started snowing on the way to church I started to cry because I was feeling sorry for myself because I've been sick
(woke up with no voice, had a cold last week, thought it was gone and it came back and turned very wicked one day this week, and I had to do sharing time in primary but it actually went well and I probably got a lot of little kids saying prayers for me though one little girl said, "she sounds like an alien.")
and because I just wanted to be home where I grew up, in Claremont, California.
We really did have lovely, balmy Christmas days very often. Right now I'm remembering the year we all got roller blades, I guess we didn't all get them was it 4 of 6 got them or 2 of 6? Anyway, we got enough hockey sticks to go around and we played street hockey in the cul-de-sac on Christmas day, I wore jeans and short sleeves.
I heard it is supposed to snow again this weekend.