Okay, I’m dreaming of a white Christmas is pretty much a line of bullshit.
I can’t recall ever wanting or dreaming about a white Christmas.
Not even as a kid.
I can’t recall ever dreaming of snow.
If snow were ever in a dream, that would be a nightmare.
I guess a nightmare is just a dream with an end result you didn’t like, but now we’re getting into one of those sophomore Liberal Arts semantics games that I always found painful.
I like sunshine and rainbows.
Okay, no rainbows. I don’t have any rainbows, or at least none that I could find.
How about cattle. I got cattle.
I like sunshine and cattle.
Sunsets and rivers or sunsets on rivers.
Beautiful spacious skies.
Amber waves of grain.
Corn, I got lots of corn. I like corn. Corn fields at least.
I dream in Technicolor.
Over saturated colors.
Colors that make your eyes hurt, but they’re so damn beautiful you just have to keep looking at them.
Wizard of OZ color.
Without the little people.
Or evil flying monkeys.
That gets back to that whole nightmare thing again which puts it right up there with snow.
I would be perfectly content to never see a white Christmas ever again, except in pictures.
Same goes for snow in general.
Long term plans are being made to accomplish this.
Till then, I’ll at least live in and relive my amazing technicolor dream world.