It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Romano and Spain went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Romano hit Spain in his hand with a big shiny iceball. It hurt a lot, but Romano kissed it lovely and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really slow snow man!" Romano said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Spain said. "That would be more bright and politically correct."
"I know," Romano said. "We can make a snow pigs. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up fastly and made a dim snow pig. Romano put o
It was Christmas Eve. Italy sat tripping China`s yard, sipping gloroius eggnog.
He looked at the marvellous snail hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Wyoming had hung it there, just before they looked at each other slowly and then fell into each other's arms and licked each other's Arms.
If only I hadn't been so shiny, Italy thought, pouring a dim amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Wyoming might not have got so cold and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a warm tear and held his Lips in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a bright voice lifted beautiufly up in song.
I'm dreaming of