My husband has a cold
You all know how that goes
He might just sneeze himself to death
Die of a stuffy nose
My husband has a cold… 124 more words
Ordinarily, I love this festive time of year. Twinkling lights hanging from all the trees, cold, breezy, winter nights.
Never mind that you can’t see their reflection on the wet streets below because of all the bumper-to-bumper holiday traffic—I expect that sort of thing at Christmas time. 974 more words