Friday fill-in the lyrics

Let’s see if I can’t screw these up, shall we!

1. Said the night wind to the little lamb, do you hear what I hear?.
2. The first Noel, the angel did say, what to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay.
3. um, don’t know this one, Over the hills and everywhere.
4. It came upon the midnight clear, that something something song of old.
5. Have yourself a merry little Christmas, Let your heart be light.
6. And the thing that will make them ring is the carol that you sing right within your heart.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to getting to Orlando, tomorrow my plans include a wedding and Sunday, I want to relax!

About a week ago, I was watching the weather channel while all snug in my bed under our heaviest comforter, the sheet and a small knitted blanket for my legs. It was cold outside, maybe 30 or so. On TV, all over the country places were geting abnormal weather. It snowed in Texas and even New Orleans, which – I believe – is father south than Tallahassee. That morning, I had seen a pink blip on the radar about 30 miles north indicating “icy mix”, which is getting closer to snow. As I drifted off to sleep, I imagined our yard dusted in a light layer of the white stuff and little Elliot cautiously approaching it then diving in, making a snow angel. It could happen; it has before.

Today, news reports that Northern Arizona is having a snowstorm and Southern Calif0rnia too, where it never gets as cold as it does here in January. Now, I don’t want to live anywhere that it snows in great amounts. I’m not interested in shoveling driveways or waiting for the plow to come around before I can leave my street. I’m not interested in high heating bills (though ours was a whopping 180 this month [!!!] ), snow suits, being trapped during snow days. But I do think I’d like for there to be some flurries and enough to coat our little city in a bit of white. The last time we had flurries was in 2001. My friend, Steve, was the only one here over Christmas because he had to work, and he called us all to report. I am sad that I missed it. In 1970, the Westcott fountain froze; my parents witnessed it. I’m sort of hoping with all the weirdness around the country, this will be our year. And maybe when we get back from vacation, it’ll be here.