Whirlwind of Kleenex

There is so much green around that it's unreal. We live in the Northwest, and according to the song, Christmas here is "a gift God wrapped in green." I hate that song. Everyone I know hates that song. I intend to write a parody of it some day, detailing how much everyone hates the greenery at Christmas time, how it's a child's nightmare, and how much we all want it to snow.

Nevertheless, green is my favorite color at the moment. My favorite word is "virescent" which means "becoming or turning green; greenish." Green are the trees and the grass. Green is supposedly the most restful color your eyes can look at. Green means growing and alive and "wick" (what Dickon said in "The Secret Garden" which is one of my all-time favorite books)

I don't actually have very many green things. But whenever I wear one of my two green shirts or one of my new green headbands, (my friend Amy Beth knows me well) I feel cooler. Because I know I look good in green. Incidentally my eyes are greenish-brown.

Do you remember those little wordless books we made in sunday school? Gold for the streets of heaven, black for sin, and so forth... Green was always the last page because it stood for growing in Christ after you'd been forgiven.

I just like green.

And while I'm at it, I may as well wish anyone who reads this a Merry (green, because the chances of snow are zilch) Christmas.