Let it snow...
Early this morning, a light snow, the first of the year, began to fall. It was beautiful, and almost (but not quite) seemed to justify the Christmas decorations strung along York and Broadway and the sickeningly premature barrage of holiday commercials. I swear they didn't appear last year until after Thanksgiving. I almost feel legitimized in my desire to sing carols and buy eggnog, but I should probably restrain myself. I don't want to burn out all the excitement. But I confess, I did order a gingerbread latte at Starbucks yesterday. Poor Thanksgiving, getting overlooked as the Christmas season starts earlier every year. Is it a sign of our culture growing more eager for the commerical blitz of December? Or are we just running out of things to be thankful for? Whatever it is, I'm fully guilty of it. I love Christmas so much that it's worth it.