Just like the ones I used to know,
Where the treetops glisten,
And children listen,
To hear sleighbells in the snow.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
With every Christmas card I write,
May your days be merry and bright,
And may all your Christmases be white.
(This last one is my entry for Olivia's Words For Snow art contest. I highly suggest you enter--the prizes are stupendous!)
NOTE: We don't normally get much snow in the south, much less in December, so this was truly a surprise! Immediately after there was enough, I ran outside to take these pictures. I said to my sister that snow in December is, in my opinion, prettier than snow in January, because snow in December is paired with delightful strains of Christmas music, Christmas decorations, and delicious scents from baking cookies--all which seem to belong with snow. Snow in January is just winter.