I'm dreaming of a White Christmas

     "Dear Anne," ran Davy's letter, "I take my pen to tell you that we are all pretty well and hope this will find you the same. It's snowing some today and Marilla says the old woman in the sky is shaking her feather beds. Is the old woman in the sky God's wife, Anne? I want to know?

-Anne of the Island

     Well, I'm not sure if the old woman in the sky is shaking her feather beds or not, however, I do know that whatever the case- be it the old women or water vapors freezing, we had a fresh snow yesterday, sadly it didn't really stick. Nevertheless, it did not stop my brother from forming a snowball and throwing it at me (it hit me right in the middle of my back) while we were shopping yesterday in Indianapolis. Hopefully, we will have a fully White Christmas, and not a bleak green (brown) Christmas.

      This blog entry has no real direction, other than attempting to write more regularly. That being said, it is exactly 3 week until I leave for Oxford, and I am getting more nervous by the second as I continue to receive emails confirming arrangements.

     On another note, Christmas Eve is only 1 week away now! I cannot believe how fast it is coming. Christmas Eve is possibly more fun to me than Christmas day, as now that I am older the anticipation is nicer than the presents. I also cannot help but smile at the thought of singing Silent Night with candles on Christmas Eve. There is just something about it that makes the season complete for me (plus burning my fingers on runaway candle wax).

                                                       (Aforementioned Snowball)