We had that ridiculously warm Christmas, which led to lots of stuff melting, which disappointed my cranky self as I stewed in my too-hot apartment. I forgot the added bonus of melting before a hard freeze: icicles everywhere! Snow falling off roofs and refreezing haphazardly and absurdly!
And crappy, terrible, awful, hazardous roads. And no white, snowy Christmas. Bah-humbug indeed. :)
Since we won't get a full thaw again until April, we'll have this dratted ice lurking under everything for the next few months. Boo.
At least we technically had a white Christmas, even if if was more dingy grey than perfect blue like last year. I also appreciated the lovely white Christmas Eve, which led to some poetry . . .
Is there any kind of weather that leads to poetry for you?
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