But my frown turned to a grin in a matter of hours.
I braved the Christmas shopping hordes before noon, list in hand (I checked it twice) and returned victorious. By 3 p.m. I stood in the living room of my house, arms stretched to the ceiling, and proclaimed, “I am that guy!”
["The only snowflakes are on this bottle of winter beer": photo GAH]
(Some of you will know the guy I am talking about. The one in a TV ad (Scotiabank?) who is told by a bank employee he did right by his money, even though his wife doesn’t think he has. He rips off his outer shirt. On his under shirt are written the words - I was right! He raises his arms high. Yes!)
I was that guy. Done. Right.
This morning, when I stepped outside, I noticed there was not a flake of snow on the ground or in the air. Instead, a few drops of rain were falling, and freezing, making the walking treacherous.
Freshly saddened, I took a few snaps. Then sanded the front steps.
My wish for 18 inches of snow has not been realized but now it’s forgotten.
It’s Christmas Day. A day filled with family, friends, feelings of deep thankfulness and dreams of a better future.
Merry Christmas to all.
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