
Of course, I shot back it wasn’t right she assumed I even
celebrate Christmas (although we do) because we live in a multicultural neighborhood
(which I love!) and I don’t remember anything about a snowman crossing the
dessert to visit the baby Jesus in the stable – who was really born in March,
not December.
I left the snowman on my door until the Spring Solstice -which
is in March for spite. Heh.