Strangely, we have quite a few cars with Florida plates in town for the holidays. I recognize them even before I see the plates because of the very typically Floridian driving manner. What I don’t get is why people who have relatives here don’t have them come to Florida instead of driving over here.
Today we woke up to this, and I’m sure it gladdens nobody’s heart but mine:
I can’t believe I’ll finally have a white Christmas. Klara is still sleeping but I wonder what she’ll say when she sees it.



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