This will be the first time in twenty four years that I will not experience the white flakes from heaven. In Saigon, there are santa suits and santa hats sold by vendors. Christmas lights sit busily on the window sills of coffee shops. Jingle Bells rock on the radio station. However for me, Christmas is not Christmas without the blistering cold, slushy snow, and family.
Friday, December 16, 2005
Brown Christmas
This will be the first time in twenty four years that I will not experience the white flakes from heaven. In Saigon, there are santa suits and santa hats sold by vendors. Christmas lights sit busily on the window sills of coffee shops. Jingle Bells rock on the radio station. However for me, Christmas is not Christmas without the blistering cold, slushy snow, and family.
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sad story
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