I wake up, on an early thursday morning. I've been ill all week so I'm staying home again today, so there is no rush to get out of bed. But I can hear the sound of a news reporter buzzing in my ear, probably because I went to sleep with the radio on(again). My mum always complains when I do that, she says it wastes electricity. So, the newsreporter keeps saying '6 inches of snow, up in scotland and northern England'. I think to myself 'OOO, Northern England, thats where I live!'. So I got to get up now! I try to open my eyes but my eyelids are glued together. They're like magnets, that just won't part. But eventually I manage to wake my self up, I slap my face a couple of times(just to be sure). I rise from my bed and slowly open the curtains, and on the other side of my window is just pure whiteness!(don't know if thats a word) Only about one inch of snow, but I'm not fussy. The sky is like a blank canvas, being painted by squaking seaguls and magical magpies that are dancing above the rooftops. The snow is still falling, like tiny feathers they lightly hit the ground, in their hundreds. I would go out and throw snowballs a inadimit objects, but I want to get rid of this cold before I go to New York! Only 13 days to go!

I have a good feeling about this Christmas, I'm dreaming of a White Christmas.

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