(humming): It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas, dum de-dum de-dum...
Ah, Christmas. I love this time of year. The wind nipping at my cheeks, catching snowflakes on my tongue (I gotta use it for something!). There's a chill in the air, a fresh layer of crunchy white snow on the ground and more coming down. It's going to be one of those really picturesque Christmases, I can tell already. Pople bustling about with wrapping and packa...
What? What did you say? It's not Christmas? You're looney - of course it's Christmas. Just look out the window, squid-for-brains. What yellow flowers? I don't see any yellow flowers, nor pink ones neiither. Wadda ya mean, Under the snow? There's nothing under that there snow but hard frozen ground. Alright, I admit I have no idea what that crabapple tree is doing with blossoms in the middle of December, but that's its business; who am I to interfere? It is too December! Someone could have changed that calendar, it's easy enough. Fine, I WILL look it up online; then you'll see.
Um, well, the people at the National Weather Service certainly seem to think it's April 24. AND Comics.com, AND the Washington Post online AND the New York Times. Fine. FINE!, I said. You were right, I was wrong. But then answer me this, Hermione: WHAT THE FUCK IS IT DOING SNOWING IN THE LAST WEEK IN APRIL!?!?!?
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It's doing what it feels. And there's a lesson for us all...
That snow stuff is crazy!
My mom was in Indiana this past weekend and she was talking about snow too...I still don't believe it.
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