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Others in more lovely climes are receiving their pretty little snowfalls for the season. When I was walking to my bus stop yesterday morning, I probably came as close as I am going to get to a picturesque wintry scene.
It is the snowman that first catches your eye, all dressed up proper, even with a little top hat. Of course, it isn’t really made of snow. It must be a plasticky contraption, like the reindeers, Santas, and nativity scenes that people buy to festively decorate their lawns for the holidays. But what really sets off this scene and makes the passerby pause for a double, triple take are the little wisps of snow on the yard, which look very convincing, especially when the weather is a chilly as this, though you know that you would have a better chance of finding snow in the fires of Hell. These little drifts of snow must be stretched out cotton, stapled or nailed to the ground.
My heart goes out to the householders, and this will probably have to do for my white Christmas. I think we may have had some significant snowfall once or twice in the last twenty years, but the snowline never quite made it this far south in the city, just missing us by a few miles. I feel particularly sorry that Bo and Princess never got to romp around in the powdery stuff, a habitat most suitable for the eskies.
It is the snowman that first catches your eye, all dressed up proper, even with a little top hat. Of course, it isn’t really made of snow. It must be a plasticky contraption, like the reindeers, Santas, and nativity scenes that people buy to festively decorate their lawns for the holidays. But what really sets off this scene and makes the passerby pause for a double, triple take are the little wisps of snow on the yard, which look very convincing, especially when the weather is a chilly as this, though you know that you would have a better chance of finding snow in the fires of Hell. These little drifts of snow must be stretched out cotton, stapled or nailed to the ground.
My heart goes out to the householders, and this will probably have to do for my white Christmas. I think we may have had some significant snowfall once or twice in the last twenty years, but the snowline never quite made it this far south in the city, just missing us by a few miles. I feel particularly sorry that Bo and Princess never got to romp around in the powdery stuff, a habitat most suitable for the eskies.
