The frost dusts the rooftops on this Christmas morn. I light the furnace and get the newspaper.
In the lagoon there are ducks who haven't gone south---it can't be that cold. Perhaps my sensitivity to low temperatures is a sign of advancing age. I must book another trip to the Islands soon.
But first I need to get ready for church. That, after all, is the Reason we have shopping, cards, caroling, and decorations.
Merry Christmas!
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