Whenever I look out of the window, I would imagine white speckles falling from the sky, on the trees, on the buildings, a vast spread of white jam. So cold so that at night, I would need to cuddle under 300 layers of blanket or something.
Sadly, in Singapore, it's never going to snow. Instead of snowing, it's raining. Instead of piles of snow to bury one's self in, it's puddles of water to splash in. I'm getting bored of the weather here.
I want a Christmas so white, such that I won't remember the colour black never existed. I want to see snow, feel snow, and even eat snow.
Merry Christmas in advanced!
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