Still, you have to hand it to the guy, even though I know how unspeakably crappy a white christmas is, when the song comes on, I sing with it, I get sentimental, I want a White Christmas. Then I get home, find out my snow blower is broken because my poppa (whom I love, but would gladly bop on the head with a two-by-four) didn't take it for it's
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