I was dreaming of a white Christmas (just like the ones I used to know), and I didn’t think I was going to get one. It’s been rainy and windy and raw all morning here on the coast but there’s been none of the white stuff that they’re getting inland.
Just looked out the window again. Snowing like hell.
I was hoping to have The Letter in your hands a few days ago but time got away from me. I swear I’ll have them written, stamped, and dropped into a blue box the first week of 2018.
Merry Christmas to you and yours.