Christmas was in full swing everywhere. Wherever I went, old Christmas tunes played cheerfully in the background. In little stores, in shopping malls, in headphones of strangers with the volume fa ... [+]
Ice cream at bedtime,Aunt Betty's the best!She knows in the summerit's hard to find restwhen faced with hot sheets,hot pillows, hot bed,no place cool enoughto lay a hot head.Instead, we escape,my aunt grabbing the keys,and hop in her carto catch a night breeze.Next stop: the Drive Thruwhere we're chilled to our bonesby soft swirls of winterin tall dripping cones.A small secret eatenbeneath the moonlight—oh, how I love ice creamon a hot summer's night!