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.