such a warm sweater, such a cold night. the snow is still coming down like rain. it turns and twists under the street lamps. the weather wont make up it's mind, but what it lacks in fury it will make up in time. time for the bookshelves and woodfire stoves. red wine and winter clothes.
everything is a holiday. we're putting bows on it all. friends are telling friends what they know they are getting them for christmas. half of the offers are jokes. nobody really wants a nordic track. cranberry juice. tonic. gin. it's christmas again.