by CandyKane » Thu Jan 30, 2020 1:09 pm
This is day 3 of the thickest, yuckiest fog you can imagine. Good thing it's not Christmas Eve cause not even Rudolph's nose could cut through this ick.
“Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmastime.”
― Laura Ingalls Wilder