On the night, when the sky is dark enough, one zillion of flakes has started till this point, fallen straight ahead shot, unfinished trees can be covered with snow dripping away, the houses would be lid up in Christmas lights, and decorated beautifully to sparkle, the moon was faded and hiding into the wintry clouds of darkish gray, depends on the deeper side, oblivious storms were hugely in length on piles and miles long, any of gigantic snowplows to shoveled and powdered of salt on the eastern of icy ground, it will be the smoothest roads ever lived, Minnesota is a modest state, an outwitted snowy mate, or a clean slate out there too, it's truly magical in thin air, the moment to see on top the rooftops filled with reindeer attached by the reddish sleigh, the Santa who wears a yellowed outfit, a very long grown up whiteness beard to shag down, he ate cookies, he drinks milk coke, and Pepsi too
Written by
Michael James Brindley
12-2-18
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