Hi everyone,

This is not grammar-related, but I hope you will overlook that.

I'd like to offer everyone my best Christmas wishes. I can't send everyone a Christmas card, so instead I thought I would tell you, briefly, what I can see as I sit here and look out of my window.

I see everything covered in a white blanket of snow. It's actually snowing quite heavily, and tonight it will continue until we receive about 30 cms. It's beginning to get dark, and the streetlights have come on, and are shining on the snow. A few cars are passing, with snow spraying up from under their tires. In front of my window, my Japanese elm tree is standing tall and bravely in the snow.

So many people write to this forum from so many countries. I like to think of you all sitting in front of your keyboards, in your own personal world as I am in mine. Perhaps you may have a few moments to post to this thread, telling us what you can see from your window?

Again, my best Christmas wishes to all, Clive
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What a beatiful place Clive!

It's so cold here that i can't see anything outside my window,lots of frost on my window,but it was snowy in past few days.

Christmas is not celebrated very much here,spring festival is our biggest fesitibal,it will come in Jan.I havent make any Christmas tree,but i think it must be really intreresting and fascinating.Early Merry Christmas!
My house has over 40 windows in it. I know. I just placed a light in each one! We’re getting ready for our Christmas family invasion, so I don’t have much time to look out these windows, but my favorite view has to be through the back kitchen window.

Light snow has fallen for the past several days. The trees and ground are covered in a white blanket of snow. I have a great view, now that the leaves are gone, of my stable and paddocks out back that I finished this past spring, summer, and fall!

When the horses are out, the picture is perfect. They’re spotted draft horses, and the black in their thick winter coats is striking against the white snow.

I love the winters now that I’m retired and don’t have to drive on slick roads. Each day is Saturday or Sunday. I can never decide. Retirement is grand. Oh heck, LIFE is grand. It’s going to be a very merry Christmas!

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This morning I see the miniature maple just outside the window, drenched from last night's rain. Only about a dozen wet, dead leaves remain, hanging by a thread, twisting and turning in the cool breeze. It's hard to say whether they're bored waiting for the inevitable, or whether they are actively attempting suicide.
The furnace has started up. It's chilly today.
Absent mindedly slurping morning coffee, I see the well-kept homes and well-manicured lawns of my neighbors. I see the wet streets and the little puddles strewn with dead leaves and reflecting the sky, just like in the Escher print. The magnolia is still green, though, and the hedges of juniper and rosemary. I see our residential street disappear as it rounds the bend and heads toward the bigger streets in town, looking for action, I suppose.
It's already nine o'clock, but not a sign of life in sight - except for the motor home parked in front of a distant neighbor's home. Holiday visitors, I assume.
Stillness. A light misty rain begins to fall. Aha! And now there's the cat, in a distinctly sulky mood as he moves slowly across the driveway. Silently cursing the wet weather, he seems resigned to the prospect of a bad hunting day. I sometimes say "my" cat because I feed him now and then, but he belongs to someone else in the neighborhood - someone I've never met.
An enormous black crow swoops onto a neighbor's lawn to investigate anything that might be of interest, particularly anything edible. Designed more for flight, he struts awkwardly, but for all his awkwardness he manages to make himself look bossy all the same. Thirty seconds inspecting the grass and he's off. Not even a quick squawk to break the silence, so unimpressed is he by the slim pickings.
The blue-gray clouds seem to thin and the sunlight seems to intensify - nature on a dimmer switch. A few tiny insects rise through the growing light, paddling frantically through the air on even tinier wings, as if divers desperate to reach the surface for a breath of air.
And then it happens. The switch is turned all the way up, and the sun blasts through the mist in one glorious, blinding shaft of light, reflecting in all directions off the pools of standing water. The atmosphere itself seems to glow.

And then, slowly, the process reverses, and the dimness returns.

I wonder where we'll all be next year at this time.
Thx. for painting such a vivid picture for us, CJ. (I wish I could write that well...)
Thanks for the compliment, Julie.
I'm afraid California winters aren't as picturesque as those where there is snow, but I do like how they can inspire a sort of poetic moodiness, especially during the holiday season, when we often stop to take stock of our lives, where we've been, where we're going, all the people we miss, all the people we have still to meet.

I hope I didn't overdo the moodiness. It's not often I attempt to write anything along these lines! But I'm glad Clive suggested it.

A beautiful, wonderful, happy holiday season to all on the Forums!
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Thanks for a lively narration. Although we didn't see any snowy things around your house, still your narration made us to feel as if we were coming out of Embarcadero train station and walking along the piers of SanFranciso. Nicely done.
So you've visited Northern California!? San Francisco is a bit farther north of me, but it has similar weather patterns and climate.
Yes, a couple of times, CalifJim.
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Now, this is a piece of good writing. Students should make this a goal to achieve. This artile is written in such words and tones that almost paints a picture you can see and touch. That's what I call natural English.
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