birds, beasts and flowers

blizzard?

It's covered our whole town, trapped most people, and changed Christmas plans of so many people. But hey, Mother Nature, thank you for a white Christmas. Everyone on the news is complaining about how "this isn't what we wanted", please shut your mouth and be grateful.

It's Christmas. At least you're breathing, little weather dude.

It's been a cozy day. All day.

There was a package at my door.

I never get personalized packages.

It was propped in between my red, wooden door and the screen door that always snaps closed. My mom had gone out to take a picture and send it to her mom, when she found the box. She announced that it was for me.

What?

Since there was snow layered on it, I had to open it over the sink. It took forever for me to cut it open, it seemed. When I finally get to the inside, I had to take off numerous advertisements and worthless sheets of paper to reveal the book I wanted to steal from The Stacks - Birds, Beasts and Flowers! by D.H. Lawrence.

I held it to me, looked to my mom and asked who got it for me. She had no idea, of course. I just looked at it as she flipped through all of the papers I avoided and finally found the receipt. "Sold to:

Tyler Freeman"

My mom cried. I just stood there covering my mouth.

He remembered.

I called Mariah because she was the one who read nearly all of the poems out of the book that night.

I texted Tyler.

"Merry Christmas :)"