In the Mood

It’s no secret that the idea of driving in the snow freaks me out. I had plans for last night! Plans* which my phobia cancelled.

I don’t hate snow. As a matter of fact, I really enjoy a good snow. The kind with the big fat flakes that fall lazily from the sky, dotting the land with white polka-dots, and blanketing the signs of autumn grown old. From the safety and warmth of my house, I love gazing through the windows in a sort of reverse snow globe.


But the best part of the first good snow in December is that it puts me in the mood for Christmas! Being a lifelong Midwesterner, I honestly don’t know how the warmer climes feel festive with sunshine and high temps. You may dream of a white Christmas, but (most years) we actually get one.





With the carols blaring, the fire blazing, the cookies baking, and the tree aglow with shiny ornaments and lights, a winter wonderland right outside the window is part of the seasonal decor. It truly is beginning to look a lot like Christmas!






And trust me, when the room is strewn with boxes and wrap,


This is just a sampling of the collection of boxes, wrap, supplies, and gifts that litter my tables, desk, and floors.











this is a welcome view.






I’m in the mood for Christmas!
Today I’ll be baking, wrapping, and watching Hallmark Holiday movies.
Because I’m not going anywhere.

*Sorry NaNoers! I’m sure I missed you more than you missed me–

About Mary Fran Says

I am an artist, crafter, designer and writer. I enjoy working with mixed media-- applying visual and tactile manipulations to telling a story. Not a lot of market for that, though, :), so I'm focusing on short story submissions and novel completions. Yes, plural. Lots of beginnings, too many ideas, not enough focus.
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