When I am old.

When I am old, I believe I will hibernate until spring thaws our land.  I will peek out my window and see the crystals forming in the air, then snuggle back, under my downy quilts, with a book, hot tea, and a warm fireplace.

My friends will come to call and try to cajole me to enjoy activity out-of-doors, dog sledding, snow shoeing, walking across crispy lakes.  I will say no.

Well perhaps if peppermint schnapps is included at the end of the snowy day, then I perhaps will agree.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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