This is what gets me into the Christmas Spirit. Why in the world am I doing in Dallas then? Well, because I only like the first snowfall of the season. After 12 years in Chicago, by the next day, the snow was no longer white and pure, but black and slush. Pleasant, eh?
I dream of being a quintessential small town during the Christmas season. There is just something romantic about small towns that draws me.
This is the month, and this the happy morn, wherein the Son of heaven’s eternal King, of wedded Maid and Virgin Mother born, our great redemption from above did bring. ~ John Milton