I have no wish to predict the future and could hardly claim such prescience. When I said Christmas cookies were the only thing you could count on in December, I was bang on this year.
Whoopee for me for what did it get me? Frigid rooms done up for the ghosts of Christmas present.
There is a child in all of us at this time of year. I was embarrassed at the one that came out in me this frigid December when my most fervent wish was for toasty toes. It is now surely a permanent wish ever since a severe ice storm coated our city and caused days of power outages. Read More
