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Yesterday it snowed. And I have a mistletoe scented candle in my room. And who knew that mistletoe had a smell? Because. I'm pretty sure it doesn't. But this glorified and fallacious little candle packs such a wonderful christmas smell that I don't even mind it being an impostor. And, now, even if I do not appreciate the wind on my face, the winter has that way of making every room more cozy and inviting. And when it snows! Hot cocoa. Fireplaces. Christmas lights. CHRISTMAS SWEATERS. When you break it down into little pieces, what is there about the world that's not to love? 'Tis a shame to always have to see the big picture! (The correct answer to this philosophical pondering is obviously "a great deal," but for now lets pretend happiness is ubiquitous, crying is solely the product of laughter and Steve Irwin is still alive.)