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Tis the season to be jolly, fa la la la la, la la, la, la.
Good ol Christmas. Gotta love celebrating Christ’s birth! I’m so blessed to know the truth about God and Jesus and this holiday season.
By Ian on 12.20.2012
I am now very interested in the chef, the Barefoot Contessa,
and I love to see how she seasons her food. I actually tried
something new last night, adding rosemary to a dish and
it turned out great, new seasoning for this holiday season.
By Robin on 12.20.2012
It’s that season again, isn’t it? Oh well, we’ll have to deal with it just like we deal with the rest of them.
By Pavlos URL on 12.20.2012
I’ve always been the one to yearn for summer with a passion. I’d wait all year for the first glimpse of it: sunlight streaming through the windows past seven o’clock, the warm feeling hitting your skin at every angle, sometimes causing you to burn. But this year, winter claims me, as there is nothing more beautiful than kissing the one you care about as the snow is falling around you.
By Jess URL on 12.20.2012
the seasons change, but i stay the same. alone. i live in a small town which has a few guys but the all seem the same. i decided to go out today because i was bored and need to go out. i curled my hair, put eyeliner on, and wore a cute blue dress. i walked out and felt confident. i met my friend, jane, at the club. we started with shots, i only had four when i decided to go and dance. i danced with a few guys. then, i had enough, so i sat down, i felt like shit. i was gonna go home when this gorgous man approaches, i had never seen him around before. wanna dance? he asks. I umm… I am taking a break, sorry. i studdered. then, all of a sudden i blurted, so what ya doing here, pretty boy? he turns and whispers in my ear, visiting a friend whats it to you? Oh, just wondering, i reply. he winks and walks off. leaving me totally starstruck.
By kathpine98 URL on 12.20.2012
It’s the season to give and yet I find myself feeling barren and desolate. The fesitivities are asking of winter to share a warmth that it never had. What did you expect when you reached a ravaged land? Maybe summer will kiss me with it’s yellow and I’ll shine something golden when people come by. For now I can leave you assured that it’s not my season.
By Mpumelelo Msomi URL on 12.20.2012
The four season run through my mind day in and day out and all I can think of is you sitting next to me in each season; fall, winter, spring, and summer. I want to be with you always, feel your hand resting on mine and your head upon mine while we sleep.
By Cameron McIntyre on 12.20.2012
The seasons flow through my mind like a river; fall, spring, winter, and summer. And all I want is to be with you in each. To feel your hand upon mine, and your head next to me in bed. I just want to be with you through each.
By Cameron URL on 12.20.2012
It finally snowed here. It’s nearly Christmas and I have been waiting for months. It’s strange, that stagnant feeling when fall just won’t leave. I don’t have time to snuggle under blankets, or tell you that I love you when the leaves haven’t left the trees. But now that it’s snowed…I can do anything.
By Kristen on 12.20.2012
The season is currently winter although it does not seem as such. There has been at the most a measly inch of snow in CLEVELAND, OHIO of all places. We’re talking about Cleveland! The mistake on the lake and the city of the hardest working people you’ll ever find. Don’t get me wrong, I very much enjoy seeing the sidewalks and walking normally when I take a morning stroll but it just doesn’t feel right. Growing up, I would look forward to making my poorly-built snowmen accompanied by snow angels but now that I’m 22 and the past two years the snow has slowed to almost a halt; I’m not so sure if nostalgia is a proper enough word to fit how I feel
By Allen on 12.20.2012
season change but people at times remain the same,
as we try to maintain the sanity in our brains
we cant rearrange the things left behind,
if we allow them to rest in our mind
the light will no longer shine.
By joshua on 12.20.2012
They taste like candyfloss dipped in asphalt, these winter days. Fairylights hang fireflies in tiny nooses as the cold dips its fingers down the space between your collar and neck. Snow is absent.
By Chris Glynn URL on 12.20.2012
Tis’ the season. It’s Christmas time once again. I’m sitting here in my living room with “Deck the Halls” playing on my television, my Christmas tree glowing, and the snow rolling around out my window. Tis’ the season.
By Crystal Rose URL on 12.20.2012
Say what you will about Minnesota, it observed all four seasons to the fullest. Marion could not help but curse the snow as she wiped off the family car. It was sticking to her coat and getting down her boots.
She dreamed of winters in Florida.
By GloriousClio URL on 12.20.2012
To everything there is a season. A time to plant. A time to harvest. A time to be born. A time to die. Everything is governed by the spinning of this little blue marble that we live on. What happens when the spinning stops?
By Chris Clow URL on 12.20.2012
There are four seasons and my favourite is winter. I love the way the world looks when it’s covered in snow. Except Seoul. Seoul’s snow is rubbish. It’s a dry cold and the snow doesn’t stick together, so you can’t make proper snowballs or snowmen. The snow compacts down on the pavement until it’s like ice and has to be chopped up and carted off.
By Hannah Bungard on 12.20.2012
This season was the weirdest he’s ever seen. The winter seemed to come and go. She insisted it was normal, that these things tend to happen once in a while, but he was less sure. Snow fell once a week, and it was warm the next day. It didn’t seem to make any sense, but then again, nothing did these days.
By Catie URL on 12.20.2012
This year the season doesn’t bother me much. Thanks to the power of antidepressants I actually enjoy the cold sometimes.
By herfst URL on 12.20.2012
it’s that season i hate combined with the desire to move. unable to sit still. walls closing in. want to feel the sand between my toes and run with the wind behind me. want to know i belong. don’t want to feel cold or like i don’t have a home. don’t want a room key. want somewhere to live and say it’s mine.
By Lj URL on 12.20.2012
‘Tis the season to not feel like Christmas.
By AngelDuCiel on 12.20.2012
This is definitely the crazy season. Look all around you and tell me if you think I’m wrong. Just go figure. People are being nice to each other after being miserable all year long. They do it because they have the “spirit.” Where’s the spirit during the rest of the year?
By chipschap URL on 12.20.2012
The seasons have changed –
Twice, in fact,
Since you’ve been gone.
Winter faded into spring,
Which gave way to summer,
Replaced by fall –
And repeated again.
It’s been two years.
And I can still picture your smile.
By Abbey URL on 12.20.2012
Ever changing, ever flowing, always in motion. Seasons are life. Life is the seasons. From hot to cold. Good to bad. Always the only constant in life is the seasons. Just as there is always summer and winter, there will always be good and bad in this life. And as humans we must weather it all and stand tall in the face of everything. In the face of life.
By Travis on 12.20.2012
‘Tis the season to be jolly. Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la. I decorated my room and the tree. I baked cookies and decorated them with friends. I’ve sung songs and wished for snow. But I’m still missing the jolly.
By Stephanie Force URL on 12.20.2012
The holiday season, especially Christmas, is my favorite time of year! It is the season of love, hope, family, and so many other sweet things :) I cherish this time of year since the Christmas Season is the best season of all!
By Karlene Bailey on 12.20.2012
the change in you was gradual, like the shifting of seasons. But we don’t notice the gradual changes. One day the sun is shining and the next it’s heat is dull and far away. One day you loved me, the next you were gone, gone, gone, mad for the world and done with me. I know you lost your love for me over a period of time but I didn’t notice until it was completely gone, as were you.
By C URL on 12.20.2012
The holiday season. The beautiful weather, the snow on the ground. The area comes alive with the sing of songs and sleighs riding along the the road. The season of giving. It is upon us. It’s the season to be jolly. Friends and family together a meaningful time spent.
By Mike gloomis on 12.20.2012
They flaunce through the snow, cheeks blushed and fingers intertwined. They swing in their season, the snowy season of so said cheer and grace. They look back on this a year afterwards, seasons gone by. And they realize seasons could be just about anything.
By flutefrog URL on 12.20.2012
Tis the season to be jolly. It is time for us to come together as one family. Never mind the gifts, and luxury clothes and cars, but remember the reason for the season. Family, fun, and friends of course. Tis the season, O America.
By myahendrix URL on 12.20.2012
The times, they are a changin.
By Grace URL on 12.20.2012
summer happened and i had the time of my life. new friends, new experiences, many drugs and no worries. I didn’t care about what time i had to be home or what people wanted from me. summer helped make me me.
By adrian on 12.20.2012
I was riding in a car and became intent on watching the raindrops on the window. Two separate drops, pushed by the wind, merged into one for a moment and then divided. Each carrying with it a part of the other simply by that momentary touching. Neither was what it had been before. I realized then that we never touch people so lightly that we do not leave a trace. The smiles of others give us hope and make us feel warm. People’s hand-prints leave heart-prints and memories. There often comes a time to say goodbye to loved ones. We can’t always choose the timing of our goodbyes, but we can choose the words of our heart. I wish that each of us says goodbye with an attitude of trust, faith, and love. Believing our hearts led us together to celebrate and further our journeys, and maybe, just maybe those farewells are not the last of us.
By agloe on 12.20.2012
It was those inbetween moments that she loved, where the autumn leaves still lay on the ground but they were frosted and they cracked under her feet. The changing season.
By lightthisfuse URL on 12.20.2012
Winter is finally here, the season of snow.
The season of shredding the powdery gnar.
By nicholas URL on 12.20.2012
Oh hello. You’re here again, aren’t you?
I thought you’d left us a year ago. And a year before that.
But no. You keep returning home, don’t you?
It’s always home. The warm breezes and beautiful trees are home for me too.
But you’ll have to leave again. Please, don’t go. You’ve only just got here.
By Heather Ann URL on 12.20.2012
season of winter, the season of me. snow and ice and frost, everything that I love.
By Paige on 12.20.2012
salt, pepper, oregano, paprika, cardamom, sage, parsley, rosemary, thyme, curry powder, cinnamon, garlic salt, nutmeg, lemon pepper
By Ariel Moore on 12.20.2012
The Christmas season doesn’t feel the same in Florida. I always associated Christmas and festivities with snow, and Florida has none of it. It’s as humid and hot as ever, and I feel no Christmas cheer. That, or I’m seventeen and cynicism has damaged me permanently.
By Colette on 12.20.2012
It’s winter or winter starts very soon. I don’t know for sure. I’m super bored because they gave such a boring word. They should give a word that’s more exciting and adventurous so that I’d have something more to write about because with words like this I simply can’t think right.
By Roiden URL on 12.20.2012
Spring winter autumn summer rain flowers leaves snow laugh cold warm happy alone sun light dark alive born hope
By Molly on 12.20.2012
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