What Do You Have To Say? - Winters in my Childhood
Cold. Wet. Rain falls from the sky. Winter is no different than spring or fall.
Every year, I wish for a Christmas with snow. I want snow to cover the driveway, leaving an even carpet of pristine white ice crystals for me to leave footprints in. I want icicles to hang from my roof, and frost to coat the sleeping plants. I want to take a picture of a snowy day to put on a card, or to use as a background on my laptop. I want to throw snowballs at my friends and get pelted with slush when I manage to get it right down their collar. I want it to snow.
But no matter what I want, it's not going to snow. It rarely ever snows here.
Every year, I wish for a Christmas with snow. I want snow to cover the driveway, leaving an even carpet of pristine white ice crystals for me to leave footprints in. I want icicles to hang from my roof, and frost to coat the sleeping plants. I want to take a picture of a snowy day to put on a card, or to use as a background on my laptop. I want to throw snowballs at my friends and get pelted with slush when I manage to get it right down their collar. I want it to snow.
But no matter what I want, it's not going to snow. It rarely ever snows here.