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Now it looks like Christmas!

It's a snow globe out there!

Only, with a real snow globe the snow eventually settles and the globe becomes clear. Not here though - the snow keeps falling and falling and falling. I'm sure that my Mom in Arizona is watching the weather channel and seeing this as a Ziggy-cloud of snow over the Piggins' house. A repeat of last winter and the one before that!

Right now, I don't mind the snow so much. It's beautiful to look at from the warmth of my home. And it muffles sound, creating a greater sense of peace like we're wrapped in a blanket of snow. And here's a real bonus, it's looking like Christmas and since I still haven't taken down my tree or decorations I can almost fool myself that it's okay that I procrastinated! Today, I will look at my lighted Christmas tree, put a fire in the fireplace, sit on the couch with my 80-pound lap dog and read a book.

My snow story will take on a much different tone in a few weeks when it still hasn't stopped snowing and I hear tales of my Mom in Arizona golfing or hiking or enjoying a sunny day and I'm cooped up in my snow-globe, home without Christmas decorations (because I will have then finally taken them down!) and the only sound I hear is a howling north wind. And I'll curse the term 'lake-effect snow'.


But that's for another day. Today, January 7, it's a beautiful snow day.

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