I’m told a day’s worth of non-stick flurries don’t qualify for a white Christmas.
This would be the time for it, of course. Nowhere to go. No one coming here. If it can’t be warm it may as well be warm. Let it snow, I say this one year.
Had a nice morning walk — indoors, it was 27 degrees before the black night sky turned to the regular daily gray, after which the temperature fell to 23.
Wrapped a few presents, rode the bike through France.
Watched cookies being made — where the real magic happens! — and had a delicious dinner of pasta shells. Then we went out to see some Christmas lights. Drove through the courthouse square, went through a neighborhood celebrating a 30-year anniversary of luminaries. It was quite lovely.
Santa didn’t appear while we were gone. So we’ll just have to go to bed early tonight.
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
