i'm dreaming of a wet christmas.
the treetops are glistening alright - but it's all precipitation. but whatever we seem to be lacking in pretty white stuff, we're making up for in holiday goodness. i guess it's not too surprising that a frenetic city gets frenetically festive: the streets are strung with lights that hang from street lamp to street lamp. trees are sold on every corner. even the pub i was in last night was absolutely plastered with twinkly lights and wreaths and santa stickers. a marching band is out near my apartment every night playing carols.
everything is kitschy and wonderful. i mean, merry and bright. i mean, merry and rainy.
regardless, it's good.
the treetops are glistening alright - but it's all precipitation. but whatever we seem to be lacking in pretty white stuff, we're making up for in holiday goodness. i guess it's not too surprising that a frenetic city gets frenetically festive: the streets are strung with lights that hang from street lamp to street lamp. trees are sold on every corner. even the pub i was in last night was absolutely plastered with twinkly lights and wreaths and santa stickers. a marching band is out near my apartment every night playing carols.
everything is kitschy and wonderful. i mean, merry and bright. i mean, merry and rainy.
regardless, it's good.
posted by mad at 11:27 AM
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