Today had all the characteristics of Christmas Day.
Before the snow really started to pound New Haven County, Connecticut, the stores were jammed with people.
They weren't scooping up bread and milk. Their carts were full of the kinds of goodies we tend to splurge on for a special holiday like Christmas. I had a sugar high just observing their merchandise go along the conveyor belt. I was no slouch either with the treats.
Our animal companions loved the snow, dragging us along into rare socialbility with other pet parents. Even without the four-footed creatures, heavy snow has a peculiar way of breaking through barriers. A lot of good cheer popped up from simply meeting folks in the neighborhood we never encountered before.
In my complex doors opened, some which I never entered before. Acquaintances invited in four-footer Lee K. and me for whatever. But it was obvious they really wanted to watch the Weather Channel.
No one was mad at the mailperson for starting to fill the boxes in our building at 5:00 P.M. After all, if a check came for me, there was no way I was going to dig out my car and deposit it at the ATM two miles away.
And a good day it has been. But the season only allows for one of those. I have had my White Christmas. On December 25, I want the mobility to get out of the neighborhood to deliver cute little gifts, join friends at a new movie, attend a 12-step meeting (I wonder how many problem drinkers hunkered into the bottle today and isolation), and have Lee K. spend more time in the car as we tool around than playing in the snow. Also, I have already have had it with food.
Merry Christmas to all and to all may this be the last snow storm of the season.