Kansas winters are so depressing. I watched Charlie Brown’s Christmas last night and they were all throwing snowballs in the deep, fluffy snow. The kind of snow that they use for the movies. That’s not the same snow we have in Kansas. No, we have the ugliest snow that instead of accumulating into feet of cotton-like fun, melts and turns into ice.
I think this is the reason why God choose for his son to be born in the month of December, to try and give us something, anything, to live for. What better than a ton of food, candy galore and lots of presents to keep us from sulking down into the basement and slitting our wrists.
Winter sucks. The end.
Sher Bailey is a writer in the Midwest who believes the power of humor, Mod Podge, and grandkids can fix most problems in life. You can find her at SherBailey.com.
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Now I want to slit my own wrists. I love this time of year but after reading that, I’m going to go cry.
It doesn’t suck. The end.