I know parts of the country have had a lot of snow already, and parts are literally
buried right now, but we had our first sticking-snow this evening and it felt magical.
To commemorate the occasion, I played some good old
Charlie Brown Christmas music. And I realized, as Peter came bounding back into the room (and into my happy nostalgia) that unless you grew up with A Charlie Brown Christmas, the music just sounds like cool jazz. Nothing inherently Christmas-y about it. Weird.
Anyway, I'm happy about the snow. Ask me again in February, and I'm sure my answer will be different, but the first snows of the year are always special to me.