I missed the annual downtown tree lighting festival last night, I had an assignment elsewhere, but despite the hoakey artificial snow and ubiquitous t-shirts and shorts, a bit of yuletide magic always seems to materialize. The timeless brew of all things Christmas rarely fails to summon that old feeling.
My favorite is the snow pile in the parking lot that invariably turns into a hysterical melee of snow-sodden children. The rules of engagement evaporate within seconds of the ribbon-cut. Yes, the snow does fly in Florida... most likely in your face, if you get too close.