Rebecca loves snow and enjoys itself.
I for myself cannot find any Christmas spirit in me. The end of this year has been quite devastating. During a short interval we've lost three great dogs of which one was with us only for a short while but still left us with irreplaceable memories.
Here's some Linkin Park:
A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats
On down the street till the wind is gone
The memory now is like the picture was then
When the paper’s crumpled up it can’t be perfect again
In the memory you’ll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up
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