Snow It won't be long before we'll all be there with snowSnow I want to wash my hands, my face and hair with snow
Snow I long to clear a path and lift a spade of snow
Snow Oh, to see a great big man entirely made of snow.
When the fam ventures to the city over Christmas and we skate in Central Park, I hope that we are surrounded by beautiful white stuff.I can't wait for home. Morning coffee with the mom. Annoying the sisters. Chef Jeff's cooking. Historic Main Street homes lit up for holiday. Snowboarding with friends (pending on that damn snow). And I'm eager to see this Starbucks in Safeway!
Still, Clemson Christmas has been good. The apartment decorations make me happy, as do the lights around "downtown." This weekend I heard some great rock renditions of Christmas songs. Credit partially goes to a friend's band who played a holiday show at a ridicuously cute coffee shop/bar/concert venue in Greenville... clearly a hidden treasure that went undiscovered last year.
I'll soon be there with snow I'll wash my hair with snow And with a spade of snow I'll build a man that's made of snow I'd love to stay up with you but I recommend a little shuteye Go to sleep And dream of snow...
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I was singing that song to my friend Dan the other day when it was snowing on our way out of Geography. He didn't get the part about washing my hair with snow... he thought I made it up.
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