Letter to santa

Dearest santa claus,

Last night we received our first of many flakes to come. I truly thought jeremy was messing with me until I looked outside and saw that evil white garbage all over the place.

One would think that being a northern new englander for 29 years, my entire life, would have conditioned me to accept, tollerate or even, dare I say it, 'enjoy' the winter weather. Well, not so much.

I can not stand the cold. In my perfect world it's never below 75. And i'd prefer it to be around 85-90: tank top only on my harley weather. That would be great.

I do ask for a white christmas but i'd also like it to be back in the 70's on the 26th. I've been a good girl. 

Please.

I'll leave out extra cookies for you :)

-- Sent from my Palm Pixi