Besides, there were a lot of gorgeous women gathered around the fireplace, and I didn’t want to give up my seat next to the prettiest one of all
I had always wanted to spend the holidays at a ski resort. I had watched movies where the slopes were decorated and people were sitting around the fireplace singing carols. I wanted to have a Christmas like that, but I didn’t think it would ever happen. When you live in the south, Christmas is usually spent around the pool unless it is too warm. You sit in the house with the air conditioning on. The kids are sitting on the floor in their pajamas or shorts, while opening gifts. I wasn’t sure if I could ski even if I had the chance, but I wanted to try. When my college friend called and invited me to join him in the mountains for Christmas, I jumped at the chance. I wanted to find out what it was like to have cold weather in the winter, and to sit near a fireplace. I hadn’t realized then that cold was cold. Without the fireplace, I was so cold I could barely move. I wanted to go skiing, but I couldn’t go when I was shivering. My friend assured me I would warm up once I got on the slopes, but I was afraid to take that chance. I could picture myself breaking a leg or freezing to death. Besides, there were a lot of gorgeous women gathered around the fireplace, and I didn’t want to give up my seat next to the prettiest one of all. My friend told me I didn’t know what I was missing, but he understood. It took him a long time to get used to living in the Northeast and not needing air conditioning on Christmas morning.