For Steph

[In Norway on Christmas Eve, after the family's big dinner and opening of all the presents, all of the brooms in the house are hidden. The Norwegians long ago believed that witches and mischievous spirits would come out on Christmas Eve and steal their brooms for riding. This same tradition applies at the Heikenfeld house, so that Rita doesn't go riding around on her broom Christmas Eve.]



Alright. Well. I have no allergies to whatever they stuck on my back. This is good, in that I don't need to get them out of my environment. This is bad, because we don't know what I'm allergic to. But must not be too terribly common.

My hands are FREEZING.

I get the house to myself tomorrow. Good times. I hope I can get my stupid project done.

My feet are freezing too, now that I think about it.


WINTER WONDERLAND

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,
In the lane, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight,
Walking in a winter wonderland.

Gone away is the bluebird,
Here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song, as we go along,
Walking in a winter wonderland.

In the meadow we can build a snowman,
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say: Are you married?
We'll say: No man,
But you can do the job when you're in town.

Later on, we'll conspire, as we dream by the fire
To face unafraid, the plans that we've made,
Walking in a winter wonderland.

In the meadow we can build a snowman,
And pretend that he's a circus clown
We'll have lots of fun with Mister Snowman,
Until the other kids knock him down.

When it snows, ain't it thrilling,
Though your nose gets a chilling
We'll frolic and play, the Eskimo way,
Walking in a winter wonderland.

Walking in a winter wonderland,
walking in a winter wonderland.