run on sentences

On Christmas Eve, as I run by Christmas tree lots, I feel sorry for the scrawny trees not chosen to sit in someones living room or great room, slowly dying, decorated with ornaments that mean something to the people who carefully place them on the branches. I want to buy all those scrawny trees, just like I want to take all the homeless dogs home and how I wanted my kids to play with the unpopular kids. In other words, I feel sorry for the underdog. And I feel sorry for every person who is alone on Christmas with no one to visit them. Christmas isn't always a happy time as one gets older. It should be because we have so much. But sometimes it is about what we have lost and the people that are no longer with us. Sometimes it is too filled with the memories of what it used to be before it got so commercial and before it was bad to say Merry Christmas instead of happy holidays. The older one gets the more it is about saying hello and then goodbye to family members who come to share th...

Last night the weather man, whose hair is way too foofy for my tastes (I have a habit of never trusting a guy who wears more product in his hair than I do) predicted that Eastern and Southern Utah would be hit with a big snow storm. I think he rated it a significant storm on his scale of snow storms. He said that the rest of the state including the Salt Lake Valley, would have not much to speak of. When I woke up this morning, the "not much to speak of" turned out to be enough snow to cover our driveway, neighborhood streets and fill the back yard. By late afternoon, it amounted to 9 inches. Perfect weather for Jack and I and my friend Craig, who loves running in the snow, to go for a nice run at 8 am. On days like this, the snow makes it so quiet and beautiful. It really looks like an old fashion Christmas with all of the snow sticking to the trees. My mom calls the big flakes "Christmas flakes". The few other runners that we saw greeted us triumphantly as if to sa...