But wait... it's almost December in Los Angeles and yet... it's 85 degrees. As a girl who grew up in winter temperatures that dipped into the negatives, I will never get used to twinkle lights in palm trees or "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas" on the radio when I have the AC on because I broke a sweat hauling my groceries to the car. Yesterday, while my parents were buried in snow back home, I was standing outside Starbucks staring at the snowman paintings in the window... I was in flip flops and a sun dress.
'Tis the season to be jolly!
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