In December, drinking horchata,
I’d look psychotic in a balaclava,
Winter’s cold is too much to handle,
Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals…
It is amazing how a single song can transport you to a time and place from your past. I could go on and on about this one. But it would have a sad ending. I don’t want to end on a sad ending. I’ll let you all know when there is a happy one.