Tuesday, January 28, 2014

my letter to Old Man Winter ....

Dear Old Man Winter,

I am sitting here gazing out my window thinking about all of the snow you are apparently so graciously going to share with us again this week. I know the children will enjoy it & it will surely be a beautiful sight. However, I have just one question for you ...

Why are you so angry with us here in the South?

We are all really nice folks, for the most part. We tend to have really good manners. We pull over on the side of the road when a funeral procession comes by. We love Jesus & Elvis, & don't even get us started about how much we all love our mamas.  We always have sweet tea available. We write thank you notes for even the smallest kind gesture.

I am sure you are aware, but just to remind you .... we are not accustomed to such harsh Winter conditions. At the mere mention of snow we all completely lose our minds. We run straight to the grocery store and clear the shelves of milk & bread like it's end times. We can't leave our house because none of us know how to maneuver roads covered in snow & ice. The schools close, society comes to a complete stand still. It's a sight to behold.

So, Old Man Winter, we don't mind when you neglect us. It's ok. You can concentrate your efforts to parts north & we won't even mind one bit. We're just nice like that.

Bless your heart,
The South

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