The sky is blue, the roses are blooming (and so is a really dumb azalea in my garden that doesn’t know it’s in the wrong country), the poinsettias are two stories tall, humming birds are swarming around any blossoms they can find and thousands of birds are itching to be counted in the Audubon Society’s Christmas Count.
No, it’s not Currier and Ives or Norman Rockwell with snow, sleighs, kids with cheeks rosy from the cold and ladies in fur coats but it will do very well, thank you.
Merry Christmas!
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