Dear Baby Jesus, thank you so much for the lovely cold fronts we've gotten and hopefully will continue to get down here next to the gateway to hell. It actually feels like a change in seasons and I love it. I don't expect snow here, but I'm still grateful for it. Factoid: I used to make snow angels face down when I was a wee little thing. I'm also Polish.
Dear Baby Jesus, thank you for sepia toned artsy photographs. Especially ones of New York City. Sometimes, when I'm wearing the right sunglasses, I pretend life is in sepia tone. But I'm also grateful for colors. Especially when it comes to things like traffic lights.
Dear Baby Jesus, thank you for painting. My media of choice is acrylic paint on wine bottles, which is a lovely excuse to drink more wine, but I hope to expand my creative horizons onto canvas, walls, and human skin... And thank you for painting parties.
Dear Baby Jesus, thank you for false eyelashes. Instant glamazon in an otherwise unglamorous world.
Dear Baby Jesus, thank you for my new LG CU515 Plum phone. Sometimes I think it's grape flavored but when I lick it, all I get is a metal taste. I'm sure I just need to get through that layer, like a jawbreaker.
Dear Baby Jesus, I APOLOGIZE for not thanking you sooner for SANGRIA. There are no words to divulge my passionate love affair with the mediterranean pozione di amore. I love it. And I know it loves me. So thank you.
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