The snow today in the Washington, DC area was pretty rare for this time of year. Pretty lovely too. I couldn't stop taking aim at the lights, and water and snowy pines. All around me a storybook backdrop for this Christmas season to unfold. I do wonder sometimes how much our love for Christmas sentiment is based on personal experiences vs. the fictional tales we tell ourselves over and again through, books, movies and music. As I sloshed toward the strand of lights at the tree lot a glimpse of Frank Capra's version of the season came to mind. If Andy Williams says so on the car radio it must be the most wonderful time, indeed. All I know is that today and tonight my imagination teems with remembrances of seasons past and ideas for the coming weeks. It will likely be gone tomorrow, but the snowfall makes my Christmas spirit official. Here's wishing you the same.
