Hot chocolate, gingerbread cookies, steamed milk with vanilla, beef (or in your case, vegetable and kale, Stew with mashed potatoes)...
Chocolate oranges, candy canes, cranberry flavoured ginger ale, baking 30 batches of cookies while singing along to Elvis's Christmas CDs, mint-chocolate hershey's kisses, chocolate covered marshamallow santas, Champagne with cassis in...
And the inedibles - Christmas, presents (for me and others), light covered trees and houses, flannel jammies, the warm spot on the floor where the cat has been, The Sound of Music, the smell of fir, scented candles, and lots of unstenchy candles, Santa Clause, Toot & Puddle's "I'll be Home for Christmas" book, revisiting your Xmas ornaments which are packed away 11 months of the year...
Not having to shave your legs nearly as often. Stomping around in big winter boots. Watching a blizzard from your warm cozy indoor vantage point. Mocking Victoria when the whole city shuts down because of a wee bit of snow.
And my red mittens with the fold back thing that turns them into fingerless gloves for getting out one's bus pass. Those babies rock.
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Chocolate oranges, candy canes, cranberry flavoured ginger ale, baking 30 batches of cookies while singing along to Elvis's Christmas CDs, mint-chocolate hershey's kisses, chocolate covered marshamallow santas, Champagne with cassis in...
And the inedibles - Christmas, presents (for me and others), light covered trees and houses, flannel jammies, the warm spot on the floor where the cat has been, The Sound of Music, the smell of fir, scented candles, and lots of unstenchy candles, Santa Clause, Toot & Puddle's "I'll be Home for Christmas" book, revisiting your Xmas ornaments which are packed away 11 months of the year...
Not having to shave your legs nearly as often. Stomping around in big winter boots. Watching a blizzard from your warm cozy indoor vantage point. Mocking Victoria when the whole city shuts down because of a wee bit of snow.
And my red mittens with the fold back thing that turns them into fingerless gloves for getting out one's bus pass. Those babies rock.
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I hate everything weather-related about winter. I also hate how winter food is always so fattening.
But hey, winter brings you back to Victoria, presents to my door, cookies to my oven... those bits are good.