It's Christmas Eve eve. I'd like to get my voice back by tomorrow night. We are going caroling. I hope. I haven't been well enough to go to my neighbors and ask if we can come singing. I did speak to Shirley. She will be expecting us.
Snow remains on the ground, but the temperature is above freezing and much has melted. Footprints are again prominent and then there's my neighbor's bloody snow (the killing of the deer). So, all in all, it isn't as pretty as a "white" Christmas with new snow, but not much we can do about that. I love the look of it, newly fallen snow, but do not like the trouble it brings with it.
Warm back east, where Alyce and Ann live. In the 60s, and in New York, 70 degrees. Strange for Christmas. Except that where I grew up, Santa Monica, we had snow only twice in all the years we lived there, and none of it stayed on the ground. Most years our Christmas wasn't white but it was beautiful just the same.
But Christmas is about more than weather. I love this time of year, love to speak and sing about the birth of our Lord, to remember his birth and life and love for us, for me. And I am always happy when my family gathers here, thankful when they show love for each other. I have asked each of the three families to prepare a musical selection for Christmas Eve. I'll let you know how that turns out.
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