Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
I showed up on Miranda's doorstep expectedly unexpected. I don't know if she remembered my Christmas promise, or even thought I'd make good on it. I am a man of my word, so it's doubtful that Miss Otto is terribly surprised. All she wanted for Christmas was snow. Everyone wants a white Christmas. White Christmases are cold, slushy, blinding, annoying, and a cause for icy roads, in most cases. It's different when you're on a cruise ship in Alaska. I stole Miranda away to take her to Alaska, because she wanted snow and she'd never been to Alaska, and if you've never been to Alaska, you really should make an effort to go to Alaska at least once in your lifetime.
I baked cookies for the lovely Miss Miranda, also, before coming to fetch her from her castle. Didn't burn my house down in the process. I hear the resounding applause, there's no need to tell me that my cooking lessons paid off and I am The Next Big Chef. Take that, Cynics Naomi Watts and Craig Parker. I can cook, and Miranda will vouch for that. Watch out, Emeril.
I stood out on the deck with her looking out at the Northern Lights splashing across the horizon and painting the sky a thosand different hues tonight, and the snow falling in her hair made her look like something out of a painting. Enough to make me oblivious from the cold. I took her hand in mine to keep it warm and wondered if she enjoyed the silent moment as much as I did. Simple gestures.
Wishing a Merry Christmas to you all, I have a feeling it's going to be a good one for me.
I baked cookies for the lovely Miss Miranda, also, before coming to fetch her from her castle. Didn't burn my house down in the process. I hear the resounding applause, there's no need to tell me that my cooking lessons paid off and I am The Next Big Chef. Take that, Cynics Naomi Watts and Craig Parker. I can cook, and Miranda will vouch for that. Watch out, Emeril.
I stood out on the deck with her looking out at the Northern Lights splashing across the horizon and painting the sky a thosand different hues tonight, and the snow falling in her hair made her look like something out of a painting. Enough to make me oblivious from the cold. I took her hand in mine to keep it warm and wondered if she enjoyed the silent moment as much as I did. Simple gestures.
Wishing a Merry Christmas to you all, I have a feeling it's going to be a good one for me.