It's cold and wet here.
Had snow earlier. Now, we're having rain. Rain. Rain.
Tonight, we will freeze so that by the time I head out for work tomorrow, I'll be confronted by a snowy, icy mess.
Some cousins remain around the kitchen table swilling beers, including ButtMonkey Ale.
Mum's relaxed in her chair, thankful for the day's festivities, but worn out.
I'm worn out too, and may even take a little old lay-me-down before I have to go out and salt the driveways again. . .
TOD:
THE MAN FROM THE DINER'S CLUB
HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSON
THE FIVE PENNIES
WHITE CHRISTMAS