Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow!!!

Let It Snow

Oh the weather outside is frightful,
But the fire is so delightful,
And since we’ve no place to go,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

It doesn’t show signs of stopping,
And I’ve brought some corn for popping,
The lights are turned way down low,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

When we finally kiss goodnight,
How I’ll hate going out in the storm!
But if you’ll really hold me tight,
All the way home I’ll be warm.

The fire is slowly dying,
And, my dear, we’re still good-bying,
But as long as you love me so,
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

Today as actually pretty good.  Okay, need to explain something about last night.  I got from the dollar stoe, this gift for this one woman we always see whe we go caroling.  She’s this little old lady, and she’s alwasy so enthusiastic about hearing us sing, and she applauds us and all that.  So, I decided I wanted to give her a gift this year, and even if I couldn’t deliver it in person, I wanted it to get to her.  So, I wrote a note for Ryan’s dad, folded it up, and wrote a note for my mom on the front of the folded part saying to give it to either Ryan’s dad or Rev. K.  I taped the note to the box, and figured, ‘okay, she’ll hand it to Ryan’s dad tomorrow, or if she doesn’t see him, then she’ll give it to Rev. K.’  No big deal, right?

Well, she gave the box to Ryan’s dad, and the note to Rev. K., and didn’t realize that there was ANYTHING WRITTEN INSIDE IT!!!  Yeah, my mom is quite dumb sometimes.  So, I took a shower, and drove over to Rev. K.’s to explain to him what was in the box and who it was for, and he recognized the woman I was talking about, and said he’d talk to Ryan’s dad and make sure she got it.

So, after that, I just drove straight over to work, and clocked in.  I was semi-depressed throughout work, but it was okay.  I worked in the aisles, did register, the normal stuff.  Then, the owner let me go a bit early, since I’d mentioend to her that this was the day of the caroling, and I was supposed to have worked the morning.  (The reason I didn’t contest it on the phone the day before, was I was talking to the other owner, and I felt bad I couldn’t go in yesterday, so I just accepted whatever hours he gave me.)  So, she asked when the caroling was, and I said from 4 to 6, so yeah, I knew I couldn’t make it.  But I mentioned that they usually did a thing afterwards at Ryan’s house, and I’d try to go to that after  got off.  And that’s why she let me go ten minutes early or so.

I came home, called over to Ryan’s, and no one answered.  So, I thought, okay, maybe they’re at the church, or Rev. K.’s house, since he now lives closer than they do.  So, I went to both places, and nope!  Turns out they all were at Ryan’s.  So, I was able to try calling over to Ryan’s again, and this time, his dad answered the phone.  I got directions, and he told me to look for the house with the two angels and the star outside.

As soon as I started out heading to their house, I recognized the landmarks his dad had told me about.  I mean, I’ve gone down the main road enough times, I just haven’t taken the turn off.  So, I turned onto their road, and somehow, it got into my head that I was looking for two reindeer and an angel in front of their house.  Obviously, I didn’t find two reindeer and an angel.  I found a family of reindeer, multiple houses with lights and the icicle lights and whatnot.  Luckily, though, I remembered his house number, so I found it by that.  And as soon as I saw the two angels and the star, I realized that I’d gotten it messed up in my mind.  (His parents had a good laugh at that one, when I told then I’d been looking for two reindeer and an angel.  Lol.)

So, I went in, and Ryan was the one who went for a hug first this time.  🙂  That was nice.  And he gave me the tour of the house, since this was the first time I’ve been there.  (They moved recently.  They used to live about five minutes from me.  Now it’s more like fifteen.)  Anyway, then we sat down, and I was updating him on my life, friend’s lives, etc., and asking him how he was doing.  His family and I ate some food they had ready, and while Ryan and I were sitting at the kitchen table, his dad would sometimes interject a story or whatever.  It was cool.  Heck, we were talking abou car accidents at one point, and Ryan’s dad told about one time, when Ryan was only a year old, where he was driving down the highway or somethig, and there was this car behind him.  He didn’t think anything of it, just figured eventually the guy would pass him.  But then suddenly, the other guy’s headlights turned off.  And Ryan’s dad swears that it was like a hnad came down between the back of his car and the front of the other one, because the other car did some kind of jerk thing, I guess the wheels locked up, and then the other car actually went up on some kind of curve, flew over Ryan’s dad’s car, and landed sideways, in between two trees by the side of the road.  Turns out the guy was having an asthma attack, and I guess he wasn’t able to brake, or something.  It turned out he was okay, though.

It was just good to be able to talk to Ryan again, though.  I mean, sure, we talk on IM, but it’s not quite the same.  Plus, I haven’t seen him in person since July!  That’s a great thing about us, though.  We always just seem to pick up right where we left off.  Yeah, we change as people, as individuals, but our friendship doesn’t.  He’s actually my oldest friend, besides Dolly.  I hope it stays that way for a long time.  I never want to lose Ryan.  🙂

Oh.  One bad thing today, and it has me really worried.  My mom mentioend this when she came home from church.  Apparently, Jason was in another car acident.  (Yes, another.  He’s told me he’s had six, but apparently walked away from all of them with basically only a few scratches.)  But I don’t know about this time.  Mom told me that this time, he was talking about being in pain, and said that she heard he’d “be laid up for awhile.”

Then, as if that didn’t have me worried enough, Ryan mentioned something about hearing at the church that he was supposed to be in a wheelchair for a bit, though he wasn’t sure how true that was.

Regardless of whether it is or not, though, I’m worried about him.  I hope he’s okay.  So much for lucky number seven . . .

Heh.  He was in Ensemble Night back at the end of my sophomore year.  He sang “Can You Feel The Love Tonight?”  He was the seventh one up, I guess, and at on

e point, he’d said something like, “Ah, yes.  Lucky number me.”  Lol.  It was on his screw up list.  He, of course, meant to say “Lucky number seven.”

I hope he’s okay . . .