Growing up in Pennsylvania, it almost never snowed on Christmas. Yet after a few more weeks, the cars at the side of the road would be lodged under feet of snow, and the snowplow would rule the streets.
However, right now I long for a Yule worthy snow storm. I long for a blanket of pristine, untouched snow. I long for a wintry forest with a crystallized natural beauty.
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