Damn it, I’m sad
December 22nd, 2006 at 9:15am |
I can hear the rain fall on the roof of the biggest, most expensive Christmas present I’ve ever gotten.
Rain.
At home, it would be snow, which doesn’t make a sound. Crisp air. Wheedling a fire out of my dad. Eggnog.
I love the rain, except driving in it. It just feels so odd. It doesn’t really feel like Christmas because [...]
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