By Sue Trollip
Yes, that’s what I did yesterday – well to be honest it was more of a shuffle than a dash. Who has snow boots before the first snow? From the squeals about frozen toes from all the ‘out of towners’ at the office, I’d guess no one. Last night the websites, with speedy delivery, that sell boots online made a fair killing in our little town.
But that’s not my story.
It’s Christmas. It’s snowing. It’s a real live wonderland out there.
People have gone insane. No longer is suburbia a dark inky well after sundown. It’s now an oasis which, I swear, could be seen from the moon. In our neighbourhood there are even Christmas lights on real pine trees. How … how … it’s beyond me, but it’s beautiful. Entire houses are swathed in lights, and downtown each tree is wrapped, and I mean entirely wrapped, in tiny sparkling white lights.
The world glitters between the falling snowflakes and I can’t be anything but idiotically happy every time I step outside.
I know it’s still a few days away, but MERRY CHRISTMAS!