Schnee* Schnee, Freu* Freu, Break Out the HWB’s…
Well, for any of you who’ve recently visited Mels’ recent post on the subject (and many of you have), the title for this post makes perfect sense.
About 20 minutes into this morning’s commute, the first flakes fell. Well, they were more like fuzzy raindrops, but you could tell by the way they dispersed on the windshield that they were at least partly flake. Saturday’s forecast: Snow, snow, snow. Seems we’re getting an early start :o)
I don’t know why I’m so looking forward to this. If I wanted to concede to reality, I’d have to admit that, for a bona fide city-dweller (who owns her own car, but no man to shovel it out of its parking spot for her, and not even a shovel with which to do it herself) a snowy winter could turn into her worst nightmare. I’m usually running late in the mornings, as it is.
On the other hand, there is the joy of watching flakes fall through the glow of the wrought-iron streetlamps and dancing down the brick sidewalks while “Silver Bells” (instead of “Honking Horns”) plays somewhere in the ethereal background, and fat, jolly Santas from the Salvation Army ring their bells on the streetcorners (and people actually drop change in their little tin buckets, instead of ripping them off), and little children scamper about tossing snowballs at one another (but always only in good fun, never with the aim of distracting you while their ringleader snatches your purse)…
Somewhere above and beyond all of this, Norman Rockwell looks down from his Great Easel in the Sky, and paints our picture of urban holiday bliss.
I’m feeling all …yule-cheery. Despite myself. Last week, my Pastor’s daughter, Linda, coerced me into watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas. You know, with the Who’s down in Whoville and Cindy-Lou Who, Roast Beast and Who Hash, psychotic, green monsters and poor, abused Max… Great movie. It’s rushing the season a little bit (something I’m usually dead-set against), but it got my holiday juices flowing. Not to mention that THE Tomania is coming out this weekend and is bringing my Christmas gift to save on shipping costs. And I’ve been knitting again. That always puts one in a yule-cheery mood.
Now I want to fill my little apartment up with other living Yule logs, and warm myself by the fires of your friendship. As it is, at least for the time-being, I’ll have to settle for Walmart’s version of the HWB.