The sun was shining so brightly today, I couldn’t wait to get outside for a walk. Then, two steps out, when the frosty air hit me, I couldn’t wait to get back in.
But on I went, plastic bag in hand, ready to do battle with litter wherever I found it.
Trouble was, a few inches of snow fell last night, which blanketed the whole area.
So my trash collection (which usually fills a bag to bursting) amounted to one stray coffee cup and a corrugated tray.
Either my neighbours have gotten much tidier lately or the litter was still there, but buried in pretty white snow.
As much as I love the idea of a white Christmas, the thought made me a little sad today.
A dear friend of my mom’s died suddenly this week with no warning at all. As I crunched through the white stuff, I started thinking about her family — especially her kids and grandkids — no matter how much snow there is next week, they’ll have a very dark Christmas this year.
But as her son wrote in an email sent out to her friends today: “Let’s all be thankful for what we have this holiday season.” Amen.
P.S. This song isn’t a carol but has a message of peace and goodwill that we all probably need right about now. It also reminds me of my mom’s good friend and her great love of music.