Strange Packages

arrived today. Can't wait to open them.

I was born about an hour from now.
I have one year left.

My nose is cold and I wish we were all trapped
at the lodge with those whom we love,
four feet of snow, tons of pastries, wine and cheese,
and of course a nice toasty fire.
Presents wrapped with shiney bows would be sweet,
but not necessary.
I can see the glowing embers through the bubbly now.

Your warmest wishes are most heart felt;
thank you for for a terrific year
of the greast blogging friendships.

xo