A White (Day-After) Christmas
I woke up this morning to a white world outside. Granted, about 24 hours late, but better late than never. Having grown up so close to the water in Virginia, it’s rare that we get snow before the first of the year. There have been other weather anomalies, like the ice storm a few years back that knocked out power from the 23rd – late on the 25th, or the 65 degree sunny Christmas from the mid 80s, but I don’t recall a white christmas here before.
The thing that’s great (for myself at least) about going home for the holidays is that I’m bound to see various people from my high school (many of which I was in school with since age 6). And no matter how bad things may seem, they can always put life in perspective. And for some reason, it’s always at the Green Leafe Tavern in Williamsburg on Christmas Night with barely an inch to spare that these mass reunions occur. Everyone’s a bit older, some people are now engaged, or married, or bringing their significant others out for the interrogations that are bound to occur. And at the end of the night everyone stumbles to a cab or down the street to a parent’s house. And while some people hang out a few more days, the bulk of everyone is gone and back to the “real world” as it were.
Well, I hope your Christmas was good. And remember, the wise men didn’t show up until the Epiphany. So keep the cheer going until January. And then break the mold and push it all year through.
Now to see if I can get the car out of the driveway.