It’s cold. Really, REALLY cold. Like, booger-freezing cold.
But there are a lot of things that I really love on a cold
day.
A mug of hot cocoa with a big scoop of marshmallow fluff melting
into it, stirred with a candy cane.
A bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup.
Curling up on the couch with a snuggly warm blanket on my lap. Or a cat. Or a small child.
Dinner in front of a roaring fire.
A car with heated seats.
A microwavable beanbag heating pad slipped in between the
sheets before bed.
Putting on clothes warm from the dryer.
A hot bubble bath. And a glass of wine.
Fuzzy pants.
Mittens knitted by my grandma. Or someone else’s grandma.
Putting my ice-cold feet on someone else’s toasty warm
legs.
Electric blankets.
Thick wool socks.
Fuzzy slippers.
A nice thick rug next to the bed.
Sitting next to the radiator/heating duct/sunny window.
Sweaters with long enough arms that I can pull my hands
in and high enough collars that I can tuck my chin (and even nose) inside.
Holding a mug of coffee/tea/hot cocoa up to my face and
breathing in the warm steam.
Looking out the window at the snow and just being glad – VERY
glad – that I’m inside where it’s warm!
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