I thought that a move to Ukraine would result in, among other things, White Christmases, layers of blankets, snowed-in days of relaxed reading and feasting on hearty soups with crusty bread.
We’ve been here for 10 Christmases…not many were white. Our central heat keeps our flat so warm that I have to sleep with one foot out of the covers altogether. And the snowed-in days? Not here this year.
Seems as if all of OUR snow is falling in the States.
And I, for one, really miss it. I do NOT miss the layers of ice on the sidewalks causing a simple walk to the metro or store to be hazardous at best.
But I sure do miss the snow.
Please send a bit our way.