Yay Humbug

No snow. I hate that there's no snow. Sometimes, it feels like Christmas doesn't really exist unless there's a healthy blanket of snow over everything you can see. When I was little, it always snowed, and when it didn't, we would sprinkle glitter in the front yard so that the reindeer could see where to land. As cute as that is, we didn't have to do it often because snow didn't ever want to disappoint us. It came like clockwork, late October or early November, and it was around so long that we were fully ready for Christmas when December 25 made its appearance.

Not that kind of luck this year. But just the thought of Christmas is enough to make anyone excited. Especially me. Especially because so much happens after break that I'm really looking forward to, minus the whole making-up-everything-that-I've-missed thing. I'm just excited about life.