Fool Resistant

Outside my window, the whole world is covered in snow.

The trees are lit, the cats are snoozing.

This afternoon, Raven got me out of bed (where I was about to drop off) to let me know that it was 53 degrees in the kid's room. We've fastened up covers over the windows, which should help some (a couple of degrees, even in the howling wind) and covered the bottom of the door so at least the rest of the house can stay warm.

So, I'm in bed, perfectly toasty under two blankets. Today has not been perfect but it has been wonderful. Everyone I miss, I'll get to see soon enough: next week, next year, or in the fullness of time.

In just a few minutes, it'll be Christmas.

To my Christian friends, I hope your Christmas is as merry as mine.

And to my non-Christian friends-- I wish you bliss. I don't know where or when you'll get it, but I wish it for you.

So I have a Christmas songs station on Pandora. I seeded it with Christmas song titles and that's pretty much what it plays.

Almost.

So I'm humming along and wondering why I don't know this song, and on a closer listen, it's talking about the miracle-- of the 8 days.

So, Pandora, are you trying to tell me something here?

If you like Christmas, you'll LOVE Hanukkah!