While you Northern Hemispherians are sleeping through the winter solstice, here in the Southern Hemisphere, skies are blue and the sun is warm.
The temperature for Christmas Day is predicted to be 27 degrees Celcius (80.6F). A warm day, the smell of pork roasting (which I loathe, but oddly, is what reminds me of Christmas. That and pine trees. Obviously) and a house full of people, ages ranging from four months to 85 years. I can’t wait.
Thank you to you (and you) for being exceptionally goodlooking and have such admirable taste and choosing to read box of crayons throughout the year, even though sometimes I only posted once a month. Even though most of the time, I posted complete nonsense. Thank you for the comments you left which have made me smile and made me laugh (you’re also hilarious, but you knew that already, didn’t you? You are also incredibly intelligent). Thank you for your own blogs that make me laugh and think and ponder and envy your writing/photography talents (because not only are you hawt with good taste, funny and smart, you’ve also got mad skillz). Keep up the good work.
Enjoy the holidays. If you can’t spend it with the people you wish you could, then I hope the people you do spend it with are aesthetically pleasing and make you laugh. Be safe. Be happy. Laugh and love.