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White Christmas and Frosty the Snowman exist for me only in songs and movies, not in real life. The probability is much greater that my children will be playing basketball outside in shorts on Christmas Eve than building a snowman. Where I live in South Texas, the last time we had snow stick on the ground was in the winter of '84-'85 when I was pregnant with my son.
After breakfast this morning I went to take the dog for a walk and saw white flakes in the air. The flakes came faster. We were in a real snow flurry. It wasn't cold enough for the snow to stick, but it was delightful to really see snow on Christmas Eve.
The dog wanted to walk and sniff. I wanted to run. We compromised. We walked a block, and then ran a block, alternating for about 45 minutes. We were both happy. He got his sniffing; I got my running. His feet and my fingers were quite cold when we came in.
I have enjoyed delicious food today. For lunch a bunless hamburger and a sweet potato. For dinner seafood: shrimp and oysters. My two avoids for the day were cornmeal on the oysters and a glass of eggnog.
After they had heard the king, they went on their way and the star they had seen in the east went ahead of them until it stopped over the place where the child was. When they saw the star they were overjoyed. Matthew 2:9-10
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