I spent the whole of last night watching Gossip Girls, and in one episode, Dan wishes for nothing more than a white Christmas, and get his wish granted.
New York looked wondrous in white, so it made me wonder how our own city metropolis would look if it snowed.

And, interestingly, its been a very wet Christmas Eve today.

With chills floating through and the constant rain blotting out the sky, slumber-land welcomes with open arms.
Actually, it forcefully drags you in, keeping you unaware of the ticking-clock.
Even friendly thumps meant to wake you up fails.

I should know best. I overslept on Christmas Eve.

In camp.