What looks to be a wisp of cloud is actually the moon, narrow and pale like a paring snipped from a snowman's toenail.
What looks to be a wisp of cloud is actually the moon, narrow and pale like a paring snipped from a snowman's toenail.
It was the beginning of the greatest Christmas ever. Little food. No presents. But there was a snowman in their basement.
Jimmy had been full of himself back then, thinks Snowman with indulgence and a little envy. HeÆd been unhappy too, of course. It went without saying, his unhappiness. HeÆd put a lot of energy into it.
I'm glad that life isn't like a Christmas song, because if my friends and I were building a snowman and it suddenly came alive when we put a hat on it, I'd probably freak and stab it to death with an icicle.
If you live in Gilroy you won't have to bring out your shovel, but you might see a flake or two. But you're not going to be able to build a snowman.
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