Born and bred in southern California, I’ve never known a white Christmas, but I still dream of them.
We’re one week out, and tomorrow’s slated to be a brisk 69 degrees, so there’s not a whole lot of hope that 2017 will be my year.
Guess I’ll just continue gaslighting myself, pretending its cold outside while I watch Christmas movies set in colder climates, like this classic, which features my song recommendation:
Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals.
(Song recommendation by Samantha Lamph/Len)