Merry Christmas from Plummer’s Hollow

sleet pine tree

Well, it’s only really a half-white Christmas here — which is to say, the last of the snow that wasn’t washed away by the rain on December 23 covers all the north-facing slopes, very little of the south-facing slopes, and roughly half of everything else. It also turned to ice, making walking very treacherous, as Mom found out yesterday morning when she tried to go for a walk.

I hope we get more snow soon, and I’ve activated the temporary falling-snow feature here on the blog as a form of sympathetic magic. Merry Christmas, y’all.


About Dave Bonta

I'm the author of several books of poetry, including Ice Mountain: An Elegy, Breakdown: Banjo Poems, and Odes to Tools, but my real work is at my long-running literary blog Via Negativa, where I'm currently creating erasure poems from every entry of the Diary of Samuel Pepys. I'm also the editor and publisher of Moving Poems, a blog showcasing the best poetry videos on the web.

Posted on December 25, 2007, in Christmas, weather. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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