Christmas Snow

There is no rational reason for snow to delight me when it comes on Christmas Eve, but it still does. The light in the house changes, the dog cavorts (as much as he can at 14), paths are plowed and opened, and everything is covered in. . .what is it? Beauty. 

Ok. That happens whenever it snows, but the White Christmas thing, as cheesy as it can be, is still a part of my cultural heritage.

Best wishes to all for a Merry Christmas, a Happy New Year, a Happy Hanuka, and whatever other lighting-the-dark holidays there are in the world.