A sadness descended upon Pleasantville this Christmas. People around here walked around confused and unsure of what to do. Normally, Christmas looks like this:But this year, Christmas looked like this:Notice the difference? NOTICE THE INCREDIBLE DIFFERENCE??
Now don't get me wrong. I love it here. I really do. There are a lot of wonderful things about living in Pleasantville, things that I value even more now that I'm a woman in her thirties who is a wife and mother.
The winter, however, is not one of them.
Not having a white Christmas in Minnesota is like not having sunshine in California in the summer. You would think that the people here had been told there was no Santa, that's how depressed the weather people were all week when they had to report that there would be no snow before the holidays. It was like people had forgotten we had 17 inches of snow by this time last year, AND P.S. I HAD A NEWBORN AND THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO LOSE MY MIND.
So it wasn't just Anna who made out like a bandit this Christmas:
Mom was pretty happy about the way things turned out, too. A woman in her thirties takes her blessings where she can get them, and this year they came in the form of books, boots, and a brown, merry Christmas.