Our backyard 12-10-09Not that the Clear Lake area is hell, although I recall Gaslight expressing some purgatorial thought about our haven of master planned suburbia with meaningless hobbittown road names like Hazy Pines and Raven River. She has a point, it is only a matter of time before we are released from suburbia for either the cramped anarchy of an inner town or the open anarchy of mountain space.
Oh the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we've no place to go,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
It doesn't show signs of stopping,
And I've bought some corn for popping,
The lights are turned way down low,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
When we finally kiss goodnight,
How I'll hate going out in the storm!
But if you'll really hold me tight,
All the way home I'll be warm.
The fire is slowly dying,
And, my dear, we're still good-bying,
But as long as you love me so,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!
1 comment:
pretty! although I head y'all had a high of 75 today... (and for the record, hell freezes over every year here in michigan...)
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