...so it is in the blizzard of '22...we are indeed, FrOzen, with sub-zero wind chills and plenty of the white stuff to go around.
|yeah, we're not happy about it, either|
Of course, '64 is a reference to the Rankin/Bass production of "Rudolph"...
...and oddly enough, we really did get blasted that Christmas with plenty of snow.
We'd just moved north from Texas to Pennsylvania, and it was quite a treat for us Southern boys to frolic in our new found winter wonderland.
We all got Flexible Flyers on the big day...
Those halcyon days notwithstanding, there will be no sledding during this storm...not for me, anyway.
9 ball is another story, however:
While the storm rages we'll shoot some pool by the fire, listen to Christmas carols crooned by Nat King Cole, Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby, et al, and give thanks we're safe and warm indoors.
Besides, there are reports of an undesirable on the loose...
|actual sighting at our local grocery store|
...and we definitely don't want to run into him...um, her.
...travel has been dangerous if not impossible.
So instead of the big get togethers we'd planned for the runup to Christmas, it may just be the 2 of us tonight.
Either way, before we settle our brains for a long winter's nap, we'll take a moment to sit by the fire and give thanks...
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