The weather outside's delightful. Here, inside it's frightful. Just a few days to go, Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
Reason for writing:
The prospect of Christmas, and better times ahead. Things can only get better ? Unfortunately, I got seasick at Christmas. But there's always next Christmas.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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