Last year I walked a couple miles up the lakeside on Christmas eve. It was 54 or 62 degrees. It was curious and headway was able to be made.. all the way up through the little 'caves' built into the sides of the shale rock. One of them tumbled-up and caved-in since the last time going by that way.
Today is Christmas and the great outdoors is more apparently a kind of ginger-ale can cooler as it usually should be.
Was up in the zany hours of night doing 'keyboard stuff.' Hours where even toll-boothers have long-gone from hand held solitaire games or pokemoning.
Figured this would be a Christmas song. There is a snow-goose somehow involved, even minorally.. Actually it is a snow-swan. A Brazillian Gecko-eating snow-swan that somehow erratically made its way into the states near the "U.P."
I'm sure that swan (Snow-goose sounds more appealing) made it's way back to Argentina to eat all of those frogs.
It is Christmas, and so-- Merry Christmas. I hope you have less allergies and zero nose-zits unlike how it is here for me on this day, the 25th.
Enjoy yourselves and your resolutions and this earth-experience.
Verily verily rushed!
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