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Tuesday, November 26, 2002 To the north, the sky is a thick, uniform gray. To the south it lightens up near the horizon. To the north, snow is coming down, becoming heavier as it extends up the valley. Here around the house it falls lightly, gently -- to the south it appears to taper off. Snow's been coming and going all day, usually lightly, occasionally in squalls which move through with sudden bursts of intense snowfall, the flakes swirling with the breeze. Not much in the way of accumulation (which is just fine with me), but loads of atmosphere and great visuals. It's a classically beautiful winter scene. The hills spread out arrayed in dull grays, browns, dark greens. Snow covers most of the open ground. Perfect holiday season conditions. Which brings me to my idea of holding Christmas early this year (see entry of 18 November). Or holding two Christmases. Or making it a two to three week affair. The only fly in the ointment that I can think of is the deer season gunfire thing. Puts a teeny bit of a dent in the deckingthehalls/happyhappyjoyjoy/peaceonearth vibe, plus it could be distinctly hazardous to eight tiny reindeer. Holding off until December's a few days old and the hunters have all realized the season's over is an idea to consider. Otherwise, yuletide-friendly weather like this doesn't come along every year and one never knows what kind of meteorological turns this wacky planet of ours may take, so it behooves us to think a bit, make a quick decision and seize the opportunity to maximize this god-given opportunity to celebrate the holidays when our little world (and I'm referring to Vermont here) actually looks like all the cheery snow-laden Christmas card images that we'll all be pelted with soon. Or maybe I'll just do it on my own. I have a feeling the rest of the western world may not pay much attention to this brilliant idea I'm trying to foist off on it. rws 3:54 PM [+]
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