It won't be long before we'll all be there with snow
Snow ... I want to wash my hands, my face and hair with snow ...
Er, ok maybe that's pushing it, and we only got a little dusting of it anyway, and by the looks of things we're still 11 days out from Christmas, and I've already seen way too many holiday movies. But it can't detract from the issue that I'm a proper fool when it comes to snow! Where I grew up it wasn't promised every year. I can only count a handful of times when there was actually enough snow to play in, so every snowfall to me is such a treat. Oooh, and when it falls at night, it's even better! I love how it turns a cold, dreary night into a softly lit, nearly silent, pastel world, when you swear the whole universe stands still to witness what's happening right where you are.
The Weather-Man promises more, and the dark, moody sky to the west is definitely backing up his claim ... here's to more snow!
I'll soon be there with snow
I'll wash my hair with snow
And with a spade of snow
I'll build a man that's made of snow
I'd love to stay up with you but I recommend a little shuteye
Go to sleep
And dream
Of snow
