"All the Whos down in Whoville loved Christmas a lot," I murmured to my husband in the dark of our bedroom early this morning.
"But the Grinch, who lived just North of Whoville, did not," he intoned in response.
This is how I feel this morning, like the person who stole Advent 3. I really, really dislike canceling church, and it is only a small consolation that the Unitarians and the Baptists on either side of us did the same. But we are on the opening edge of what is predicted to be a huge Nor’Easter, and it didn’t seem right to insist that others attend church when it seemed unlikely the pastor would make the 70 mile round-trip safely.
I am tucked up at home with coffee and Christmas tree and knitting and Christmas-themed movies.
I predict the weather will indeed be snowy, with a chance of shoveling. As a commitment to my faith in the weather report, I bought an extra shovel yesterday, so I can help when the time comes. We had better need it, or I will feel pretty silly. Also, Grinch-y.
What are you doing today? How’s the weather where you are? Let me know in the comments. I’m coming up on 11, 450 comments, and if you happen to be the one, there just might be a hand-knit hat in it for you, as soon as I finish the secret Christmas projects.