Dreaming Of A White Christmas

For the last month and a half, I've been reading the posts of everyone who is in a non-California state and watching them flail and squee about snow, and a part of me has sat back in my California dorm room, where we can leave the windows open every night and never have to remember to take a coat out, and been very smug. But a part of me has also been rather sad, because secretly, even while I was loving how not-cold and not-wet it was, I wanted snow too. I love snow. I'm a total little kid about it, every time - running around sticking my tongue out to catch snowflakes, spinning in circles and laughing while it gets in my hair, jumping in snowdrifts, throwing snowballs at people. It's so much fun, and since I grew up in the desert, I guess the novelty's never quite worn off.

So you'll excuse me if I run around flailing like a small child, because it's snowing it's snowing it's snowing in New Mexico!! All day long, and probably well into the next two days too. Everything's so white and pretty and perfect!

*gets cookies and hot cocoa and returns to staring enraptured out the window*