Real Christmas

The littlest munchkin watched delightedly out the window while dressing this morning.  The white flakes drifted down to coat the already glistening ground.  "It's a real Christmas, isn't it mama?"  Where did the idea come from that it has to snow to be Christmas?  Probably from the Bing Crosby cd humming through the house…

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