[three hundred, forty-four]
frost covered grass, I'm missing my White Christmases,
my Snow that ain't so neat and tidy,
chopped down trees, plastic, of course,
environmentally friendly Christmas for us,
and it's a tall tree, spiked,
it doesn't smell like Christmas today, just Febreeze,
and the cold air,
and...stress.
Focus: Can I finish these damn exams yet?
I have one tomorrow evening and one Tuesday morning, so, Tuesday's blog will be fantabulous. Boy, am I excited. I would quite enjoy a hot tea right now.. Maybe I'll write one, or hug somebody. Anyone need a hug?
Hug your knees for me, I'll be there soon.
I'm on my way,
Jess :]
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