Dear Snow,
I love you, I really do. It wouldn't be a proper winter without enough wet, sticky snow to build a snowman; without sledding down the hill; without snowballs. But sometimes, you're a menace. What were you thinking? First you came down, then the snow plows cleaned, then... you came again! And faster, thicker, longer than before. As the sky began to darken, you have turned from magic to monster. And on the day of my birthday celebration? I repeat: what were you thinking?
Thankfully, just one friend was stuck in her driveway and the rest battled through icy winds and traffic and an ever-growing thick white sheet that seems to have covered every single street and sidewalk. Cookie decorating was fun--complete with lots of jokes about bad baking, and abstract art-- but it just wasn't the same without her.
Remember how this happened last year? And the year before that? And the year before that? And-- well, you get the picture. But we really need to talk. Our friendship is hanging by a thread. You're so dramatic. I just can't deal with you sometimes! And when we fight, it's always me that has to apologize to you because you're such a sore loser. I just wish that we could be closer. But whenever I want to hang out, you overdo everything. Then when I ask you to go away you give me the cold shoulder. Ugh!
You're beautiful and fun. But please, control yourself! You're so clingy. Could we sit down and talk? Whenever you're available, preferably after winter break begins.
Sincerely,
Anya
p.s. and if you really want to work things out before then... give our school a snow day!!
I love you, I really do. It wouldn't be a proper winter without enough wet, sticky snow to build a snowman; without sledding down the hill; without snowballs. But sometimes, you're a menace. What were you thinking? First you came down, then the snow plows cleaned, then... you came again! And faster, thicker, longer than before. As the sky began to darken, you have turned from magic to monster. And on the day of my birthday celebration? I repeat: what were you thinking?
Thankfully, just one friend was stuck in her driveway and the rest battled through icy winds and traffic and an ever-growing thick white sheet that seems to have covered every single street and sidewalk. Cookie decorating was fun--complete with lots of jokes about bad baking, and abstract art-- but it just wasn't the same without her.
Remember how this happened last year? And the year before that? And the year before that? And-- well, you get the picture. But we really need to talk. Our friendship is hanging by a thread. You're so dramatic. I just can't deal with you sometimes! And when we fight, it's always me that has to apologize to you because you're such a sore loser. I just wish that we could be closer. But whenever I want to hang out, you overdo everything. Then when I ask you to go away you give me the cold shoulder. Ugh!
You're beautiful and fun. But please, control yourself! You're so clingy. Could we sit down and talk? Whenever you're available, preferably after winter break begins.
Sincerely,
Anya
p.s. and if you really want to work things out before then... give our school a snow day!!
