Dear East Coast,
Your temperatures may be extreme. Your humidity may get the best of all of us, but there is one thing and it is that your seasons are as they should be. You are predictable, (for the most part, snushstorm in October) and I thank you for that. I also thank you for these wacky 60-degree days in December.
Love and Sunshine,
The other day in the swings, after shouting out "WHEEE!" repeatedly and vigorously, when you then blurted out to the heavens, "JINGLE BELLS!" at the top of your lungs, it made the Christmas spirit around us swell a hundred fold.
Dear Potential Cold in my Lungs,
Give it up. You'll never win. I will fight you 'til the end. YOU SHALL NOT PASS.
Dear Task List,
I'm not afraid of you. You're not the boss of me.
Dear Christmas Cards,
Some people hate you. I love you. You make me feel Christmasy.
Dear Christmas Tree,
I love you. I love you so much. You're the prettiest tree i've ever seen. I love you, pine cone lights. I love you, ornaments. *kissy noises* *ow*
(Wow, has anyone noticed how much asterisks look like snowflakes?? God bless us, everyone!)