When my children were younger, they would suffer through this poem every Christmas season, but they have now escaped parental obligation ( though I'm waiting for the day when one of them says to me, "Remember that cool poem about snowball fights and firemen on Christmas Day? ". I expect it will be a long wait). Dolly Llama smiles her mysterious smile on the tree, humoring my fantasy.
Shepherd's pie on the menu for tomorrow, with lots of butter and fresh rosemary. I've been hearing the *snow* word in the weather reports! Are you ready?