As a child, we would often drive around the park on the way home from church sometime around Christmas. We usually didn’t get out to walk among it.
As an adult, I have stopped plenty to walk through Candy Cane Lane, admire the Nativity, and wander among the reindeer scattered about. It never gets old. But it does get cold.
Moral of the Story: Just because you didn’t as a child, doesn’t mean you can’t as an adult.
It’s warm in here.
It’s cold outside.
I love to sit in here,
when it’s cold outside.
I love to have tea
by warm candlelight.
It’s warm in here.
It’s cold outside.
Morale of the Story: I love Michigan, and I enjoy it most from the inside during the cold and snow of winter outside.
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