The snow is falling from the sky
On the arch as I drive by
The Stocklet Palace is cloaked in white
And Woluwe, a lovely sight
From my bedroom window clearA stunning view to end the year.
OK--I know that was completely lame and I acknowledge my lack of poetry skills. If Dave were here, at least it would be clever. But Dave is sledding with the kids and I am making fudge, caramel, and seven layer cookies. Can I plead mental distraction? So what we lack in literary genius we try to make up for in Norman Rockwell-esque familial charm.
Let it snow.
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