Snowdrifts push upon the pane
we keep the flame contained
the bathroom is a cold-dip
our blanket a warming hut
What I'm left with now
is all the snow
it loses its magic
after you go
We nestled on the pillow
fat flakes floating down
in heavenly silence
Now it yellows
My dancing boots
stomp on the
The Twelve Lessons of Christmas Eve
Worrying about the wood pile is infinitely worse than digging it out and stacking it.
You are warmer while working outside, drenched in slushy snowfall, than while inside without a fire.
There was no need to tuck in the logs like babies or stretch out the tarp for miles on end. Next time, think about four feet of icy snow on top of every inch of tarp. May the 15 by 10 foot crater serve as reminder.
An egg scramble with saut?ed onions, garlic, mushrooms, spinach, Vermont cheddar, and smoked chicken apple chardonnay sausage can make you feel a whole lot better.
So can a hot shower.
The mere knowledge that gratitude, not self-pity, is the correct state of mind, is not enough on your first holiday alone. ?Tis the weather to be nesting, not cleaning, packing, and hauling. However, setting the stage for enlightened moments may bring desired results. Holding a hot cup of English breakfast tea, watching the steam rise and curl, with snow falling out the window in the background, can bring about a truly transcendent William Carlos Williams moment.
You are not a broken family. You are in between tribes and traditions.
Procrastination is to obsessive as desperation is to compulsive. Or, do yo chores on a sunny day instead a? skiing recklessly and injuring yo foot and having to hobble around in a snowstorm doing yo chores.
The good thing about your phone line being down during the snowstorm on Xmas Eve is that you relinquish the hope and letdown that certain someones might call.
So can wine, brie, and a fire.
You are not being disloyal if you feel happy.
It?s easier to get things done if your body is in motion.
Won't Stop Snowing
It?s snowing, still snowing, won?t stop snowing
I wanna be in the city, somewhere punk & nasty, gritty
but here it?s pretty
Last night I was wearing velvet
wine & chocolate, decadent
but now I?m spent
I wanna holler ?n? shake my pants
and spill some beer
but I?m stuck here