There should be snowflakes tempting the school to give us elearning.
There should be fog coating the countryside every morning.
There should be a beautiful Christmas tree in the living room that we picked from the Christmas tree farm that we visit every year.
There should be fudge on the counter, the container already half empty because we love it so much.
There should be presents under the tree just tempting me to open them.
There should be a feeling of warmth and coziness in the air that no other time of the year brings.
There should be (fake) fireplace crackles echoing through the house.
There should be stockings hanging about the fireplace and christmas music gently playing in the midst of the regular noise of the day.
But instead I have a weird winter...
Almost no snow has dared to land this year.
Barely a mist shrouds the land for a few seconds each morning.
A tiny, fake tree stands in the corner, simple and elegant, but not surrounded with the jamboree of decorations that in past years covered the house in Christmas spirit.
No delicious fudge adorns the kitchen. Not even a mention of it has been made this year.
Instead of the mystery of hidden presents, I know most of what I am getting and where it is hidden.
No longer do I wake up on Christmas morn with excitement about Santa and what he has left for me.
No longer do I see if he has eaten my cookies and drank the milk I poured for him the night before.
No warm feeling of cozy fuzziness fills the air, only a dull silence of the night and the echos of earlier fights hang upon the walls.
The fireplace is hidden by furniture, not having even been touched in months.
No stocking currently hang from anything, their joy stuffed in a box and left until their needed to hide presents in.
Christmas music has made an appearance once or twice, but its glee is short lived.
What a weird, weird winter indeed.
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