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Originally Posted by Misshalfway
Heck! If it doesn't work for you, then celebrate in April. Wouldn't bother me. Just don't be throwing snowballs at me if I carol at your door. Ok?
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Well, I don't chuck the Jehovah's Witnesses off the porch when they come to visit, so why should I be getting after you? Both of y'all think you're doing me a favor, so why should I act otherwise?
Reminds me, though, of a Christmas Eve back in the mid-80s. Blizzard out of nowhere totally shut down all traffic in Salt Lake City and some of the electricity. I was out in my hot tub, enjoying the stillness, the silence (obvious links to the solstice when you think about it), the darkness. I heard that crunching on snow that you only get at low temperatures -- a lot of it, a good-sized group of people, I could tell. They stopped on the street, a little beyond my driveway and between my house and the Perkins on the other side. And then, acapella of course, and wonderfully sung, one the old carols that I love. Then crunching of snow and then silence.
That's the only time in my adult life that I've felt anything approaching the "spirit of Christmas."
But it was profound and I'll never forget it.