The Gift That Keeps On Giving
Perhaps a Black Christmas is one that happens in the Summer. The miserably hot, unrelentingly tortuous Summer.
I was not built for this kind of weather. Sleep has been nearly impossible the last several days as it sits at a nice breezy 90 degrees as I make my way to bed each night. So any Christmas, but particularly a wintery one, would be a nice welcome change.
Although, we’re talking about our three little witch friends here. Maybe I should be careful what I wish for, eh?
