After work last night, I went to my friend Elise's for a charming Christmas dinner. Elise's house is Christmas Central -- you can't go more than two steps without running across a seasonal ornament. It's like Santa Claus lives there.
Here we are last night:
We have all been friends for years, and have seen each other through struggles and joys. When I left Elise's, carrying the presents I'd received, it was snowing. I felt like I was walking in a Dickens novel -- I'd just emerged from an evening of happiness and generosity and walked into a beautiful snowy night.
(Driving home in a snowstorm wasn't a lot of fun though.)
When I woke up this morning and looked out of the window, I saw this:
I decided not to drive into the office but work at home instead. Later I showed the snow to Flat Stanley, our visitor from a second-grade class in hot and sunny New Orleans. He's never seen snow before.
What a wonderful December I'm having - filled with with friends, music and joy. Thanks everyone!