Monstrous Noms.

     I get the weirdest cravings sometimes.

                   -Sabrina

Dance Of The Sugar Plum Demons

We’re waiting for it to snow.

                I live in Northern Idaho. As such, we are INTO Christmas. You think you’re into Christmas? I don’t care. We do it better. 

                Since Halloween has passed this Monday (we made Christmas cookie dough), things have changed drastically for my city. No more golden tapestries and little red maple leaves and pumpkins—oh, no! We’ve got all the Holiday Limited Edition coffee creamers out, the eggnog, the gingerbread-house-Redi-mix. Our local Michael’s store has had Christmas products out since August. We all wait all year for Christmas, or, rather, the culmination of glittery magicalness that comes beforehand. So we get impatient. But now, we legitimately can be excited. Most of the people that live here would agree with me in this: at this point, Thanksgiving is not only a holiday in itself, but a prelude to The Day After: DECORATING.

                And it’s supposed to snow. This week.

                So I’m all excited, because my mom’s getting all sage about the weather. “It’s gonna snow tonight. I can feel it. I can smell it.”

     Every year it's the same thing. The first day of snow is a huge deal for my family. Only one thing. I seem to be the only one excited in a positive way anymore. Last year I ran around outside and texted all of my friends.



    

     But give it about three weeks or so, standing in a pile of puffy whiteness begins to lose its charm a little bit.



     That aside, I'm excited.

          --Sabrina