At home in my thank-God-I-grew-up-here hometown and it is, amazingly, a white Christmas. My first in I can't remember how long. Today a cooking frenzy of meatballs and sausages and sauce and cannoli filling, all to be eaten tomorrow, and of course a round of filipino food that was inhaled tonight... and two better food matches I cannot imagine. Now it is blizzarding, a whirling dervish of fat fluffy flakes pelting the pine trees and the pond out back and the skylight up above. The fire is lit, the stockings have been opened, the tree waits for us to sit by it tomorrow, and I am off to bed. This is my favorite night of the year, because of who I get to share it with, under one roof, with nothing to do but eat and open presents. And now, snow. So much snow. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better.
