Eating dinner outside, in the heat, Bush Boy pipes up:
“If it ever rains this summer it will be like when the snow finally comes in White Christmas. You know, at the finale.”
That’s my boy.
Eating dinner outside, in the heat, Bush Boy pipes up:
“If it ever rains this summer it will be like when the snow finally comes in White Christmas. You know, at the finale.”
That’s my boy.
And the crowd will rise to its feet as the huge double doors open, and the blessed precip will drift down in wondrous glory, with happy people linking arms and smiling mistily at each other…AMEN.
By: Shannon B on July 30, 2009
at 6:32 pm