The scene this morning was more reflective of an eerie Halloween than a merry Christmas. Instead of a beautiful snowfall there was a wet, foggy haze. Right now it is 10°C, or 50°F for my American friends. That doesn’t bring to mind sleigh rides, or snowmen, or Santa Claus.
It is now 11:00, my son is finally asleep, and I need to go wrap his presents to put under the tree. It may not feel like Christmas to me but he is beyond excited. He’s four, he hasn’t had forty years of white Christmas’s and traditions to get in the way of his excitement. In the morning I will be thankful for that. Right now, the next pic says it all. (And yes, it really is hanging on my tree!)