This one goes out to everyone in warmer climes, and to one friend in particular, a Northeasterner who moved to LA and stayed far too long.
Poor guy, he actually misses winter. When the end of the year rolls around, he has a funny (or maybe a little bit sad) tradition.
Never one to let the weather get him down, he’ll dig through boxes on 80 degree days looking for hats and gloves. Then, late some December night, he’ll round up friends and they’ll jump into a convertible.
They’ll go where there’s no traffic, put the top down and get it up to 60 or 70. It’s a California sleigh ride – the only way to make use of the ear flaps and wool mittens that lurk in his closet and in his mind.
So this one’s for you, buddy – I know you’ll always have a White Christmas (no matter what).
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