An Open Letter to the Snowstorm Barreling Down on the Northeast

Snowstorm-

Unfortunately, this weekend isn't going to work for me after all. How about Sunday? I'm wide open on Sunday.

XO,

Susie

An Open Letter to December

Dear December,

It has been such a whirlwind around here since you arrived that I feel we haven't even had a chance to talk. How is it possible that you already been here for 15 days- nearly half of your yearly allotment- and I haven't so much as hung a wreath, mailed a card or bought one gift? 

There's only one explanation; you are in hurry to get out of here, aren't you? Maybe you have big plans for you 11 months off. Maybe you don't like the cold anymore than I do. Maybe you are well tired of people only associating you with Christmas, presents, shopping malls and well-intentioned but tacky light displays.

Whatever the reason, I implore you to stop here for a while. Put your feet up. Relax.  Consider extending your stay. Because there are a couple of thing I HAVE to get done before you go. Absolutely have to. Even if it means working on Christmas morning or at midnight on New Year's Eve. 

You are always welcome here, December. January, February and March I could live without completely. Seriously, they could disappear from the calendar and I wouldn't miss 'em for a moment. But December, you're something special.

XO,

Susie

Enough already, Winter

Winter, you and I need to talk. 

You know, I am not one of those people who hates to see you coming. I consider myself a four-season gal, and I can find beauty and joy in all of 'em. I can't imagine life without the magic of the first snow fall. Or even the first snow storm. The Texas girl in me is still secretly thrilled by the thought of being snowed in for days, provided my pantry is well-stocked and I have enough to read.

But here's the thing, Winter. It's time to hang it up. Like an aging baseball star, you are started to make people uncomfortable. Uncomfortable because they are embarrassed. Embarrassed for you. 

Spring has really been gracious about the whole thing, waiting patiently in the wings for you to pack up your props. But you don't seem to be packing up very quickly.

There is no nice way to say this so I'm just gonna say it. It's over, Winter. Go away.

See you next year.

Susan