...down to the golden horseshoe...

I can wear pretty boots and jingly-dangly earrings, and sing all the carols I want. I can drink peppermint mochas and carry my knitting, fuzzy pink scarf, with me wherever I go. But. When it's the 13th of December and it's 10 degrees outside, any illusion of Christmas cheer and holiday spirit is weakened.

I.

Want.

Snow!