I remember one white Christmas in my life. One. It was in Vancouver, and I was ... what, five? Maybe six? We were staying with my grandparents. So this, this weather, is very strange. Every Christmas I spend with my parents we go walking on the beach. Of course, we have to bundle up, scarves and coats and hats, but I suspect that this year, in sub-zero temperatures, that walks along the beach even in temperate Victoria will be perishing. I don't even know what to do with this. How can it be Christmas when there is snow??!
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