Dreaming of a white ChristmasBowden and I have been working our way through the holiday classic films over the December weekends nights. Most take more than a few evening to get through even though we could recite the endings by heart. ("How far did you see in Miracle on 34th St before falling asleep?" "Ahhhh, I think the scene where he speaks Dutch to that girl...")
Despite earlier snow falls in Indy, today is Christmas Eve Eve Eve, and Bing's not the only one dreaming of a white Christmas. Family from far and near are gathering, and, for the far southern ones especially, it'd be grand to have a good squall though we'd settle for flurries.
The forecast isn't bringing tidings of comfort and joy. We may have a gray (though not blue) Christmas in Indy this year.