[80/365: The First Day of Christmas] <--late, I know.
And you said,
It was like fire around the brim.
Burning thin the burning rim.
"Sleepyhead" - Passion Pit
I didn't have a pear. Nor did I feel like going to the zoo(?) and stealing a partridge. So we settled for an apple, a tree, and my wicked new cardigan.
..I may or may not have driven with my windows down blasting Florence + the Machine, singing loudly out of tune. The rain (which was SNOW up north..!!) does crazy things to my inhibition.