The sun is shining, the grass is green
The orange and palm trees sway
There's never been such a day
In Beverly Hills, L.A.
But it's December the twenty-fourth
And I am longing to be up north
The orange and palm trees sway
There's never been such a day
In Beverly Hills, L.A.
But it's December the twenty-fourth
And I am longing to be up north
The above, as some may know, is the verse to White Christmas. I can't help but think about it today (well, yesterday). As you will note my Twitter states:
The sun is shining, the grass is green,
the orange and palm trees sway.
There's never been such a day, in Los Feliz, LA.
But it's December the 24,
and I am thinking of those up north...
the orange and palm trees sway.
There's never been such a day, in Los Feliz, LA.
But it's December the 24,
and I am thinking of those up north...
After an eventful evening, harkening back to the Reason for the Season, I bid thee all, a Merry Christ-mass.
2 comments:
Those up North are thinking of you, too... Do you suppose our little angels can communicate through their sea-shells?
Love you!
I do believe they can. :) My little angel is on our tree (right by my bed mind you) and every time I see it I think of you. And I like to think they can ;)
You know, I've loved talking to you the past couple of days. :)
Love you too!
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