It's christmas eve and i can walk around otuside in short sleeves.

I gave up on a white christmas years ago. but there is something magical about when it does snow, even flurries, even when it doesnt stick to the ground and when you arent even quite sure if that is snow mixed in with teh rain or you rimagination. Its this sort of magical shine, this strange shimmer that everything takes on when it happens, a sort of awed silence throught th world, s you stare at the dark evergreen tree waiting for another glimpse of white to flutter by.

Its the suspense, the cold chill and that awe, the kidn that make syour breath stop and oyu can tlook away from it, it is ever changing and ever present

gods i want it to snow