Dashing Through the Snow

Last night I was standing beside an older gentleman, waiting for the traffic light to change, when he said --

It's getting colder out. Feels like snow.

Are you hoping for snow?

Yes, I'm an eternal optimist.

Oh, you're hoping for a white Christmas?

Hell, no. I just want to see Santa slip and fall off my roof.

Oh, you must be a lawyer then?

His mouth dropped open, and he started to laugh.

Aren't you the feisty one.

He started to laugh harder.

And yes, actually I am.

The two of us crossed the street, laughing and wishing each other a Happy Holiday. Maybe it's beginning to feel a bit more like Christmas.