It was mid-December, the snow is falling outside the window, children are singing their carols, the street is filled with Christmas lights, our house is full of Christmas decorations and ornaments, our house is so noisy as ever. My mom, dad, aunts, uncles and Grammie were busy in the kitchen, my annoying little cousins are under the Christmas tree waiting their permission of their parents to open their presents. Ohmy, my whole family are in our house and 12:00 am is near. I"M TOTALLY FREAKING OUT IN HERE.
So okay, I'm done describing Christmas and my family. So this is how my story goes....
At this very moment, I remember Virgil. Virgil Blithe. I don't know why...but his name just popped out in my mind. Wait a second. Oyea, his name came out of my mind because there's a song stuck in my head "Frosty the Snowman...". And I was singing it along in my head when I tried to sing it with his name on it "Virgil the Snowman....". Though, he does'nt look like a snowman at all. He's a man.
