“I’m freezing.” “Baby, it’s cold outside, what did you expect?” “Why are we out here?” “Because it’s beautiful.” “Cold isn’t beautiful.” “No, but the lights are. It’s a fairy land, just for us.” “I’m going home.” “You’re such a baby,” she laughed. “Am not,” he said, smiling at her. “Are too,” she said, skipping through … Continue reading Ghosts of Christmas: Past Baby, it’s Cold Outside – Georgiann Carlson
