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Moving to sunny California certainly canceled the idea of a "white Christmas" for us.

But the reality this week is even bleaker.

Cloudy and damp and gloomy all the day.

We are persevering nonetheless.

Onward and upward.

And upward, there is now some white stuff on the highest mountains.

It has not only been unseasonably warm it continues to be a drought here.

Seasons? What happened to seasons? I notice that even back East the idea of global warming seems to get hammered home each year.

But, I am not to be deterred.

The tree looks great and the lights outside shine and glisten. It is our compensation for snow.

In the meantime, the holidays bear down. I am prepared.

Remember that tomorrow is my husband's birthday.

The little boy in a manager will take second fiddle.

Santa will not provide these gifts only wrapped today.

He has ordered his own cake. OK by me.

It is funny how over the years these holidays break down into some basic ideas.

Get the other person what you want. Let them do the work if they want to. And, above all, get over it and be ready for the resumption of a normal way of life around January 2d.

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