

Memories in the December SnowMany things made her happy. The Moon. The Sun. The Stars. Shiny Objects. Hugs. Kisses. Snuggles. Cuddles. Cookies. And today, what made her happy, was snow.Memories in the December Snow
She giggled and laughed, running through the snow like it was a maze. The snow was, after all, taller than she was.
"YOUNG LADY! YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!" Called her mother frantically. Her mother sighed and muttered, "It's my fault for putting her in a white snowsuit, it's my fault for trusting her sisters to watch her..." She paused, and yelled out, "I'M COMING TO GET YOU!"
The little girl laughed joyously and giggled, and kept still,
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Those of us without rhythm have far too much on our minds.
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