I never dream of a white Christmas, rather of a rubbery Monica Bellucci in cream.
I never dream of a white Christmas, rather of a rubbery Monica Bellucci in cream.
White Christmas and the Bing Crosby song to go with it has now become a complete and utter myth just as frosty the snowman, rudolf the red nosed reindeer and slaybells in the snow-all mythical and not a real thing anymore-shame really but I suppose like evryone else we all have to put up with the rain splashing down the window pain and the long blue hours of waiting for absolutly nothing more than the months of so called winter (now re-named the lost season) to pass for Summer and Spring to return to the North-it does when it does I spose….
@Colin: Hello and Welcome to my blog. Sorry for the late reply – but I too a blog vacation.
Well, your winters sound miserable. You need to move to a warmer place like Australia – where you can celebrate xmas in a t-shirt! 
Nice blog you have … apart from the glitter!
No fakes and no insults please. Thanks!