Winter’s icy blasts
There is a maniac in my neighborhood that stands and curses the falling snow. That would be me. I have told this story before, but I think it bears repeating. It may look like an idyllic white Christmas scene to some, but to me it is leaden with horrors that would make “Nightmare on Elm Street” look tame by comparison. “The white blanket of snow lies heavy o’er the land” might be the thoughts of the poet, but my thoughts are more like “I’d like to be able to wave my hand and have all this cold... Sign in to see full entry.