My name is Heather
I am a young adult living in a suburb of Orlando, Fla.
I make words look good in magazines for a living

And anything elephant-related
T’was the night before Christmas and all through the town,
no noses were frozen, no snow fluttered down,
no children in flannels were tucked into bed,
they all wore shorty pajamas instead.To find wreaths of holly, t’was not very hard,
for holly trees grew in every back yard.
In front…
T’was the night before Christmas and all through the town, no noses were frozen, no snow fluttered down, no children in...
it could almost be true for a California Christmas :)
I’ll just sit here. With my northern bitterness. And my snow.