Ah, the winter holidays. That glorious time when hopes and wishes override past experience, when the forgetful again envision the season from Thanksgiving through New Year’s as a Hallmark flick, bright with good cheer and glad hearts. In your mind’s eye, you see Grandma baking pies in the kitchen, Mom and Dad wrapping presents in the bedroom, and the kids and Grandpa adding ornaments to the brightly-lit tree.
Top off these sugar plum delights with a blanket of fresh snow covering the lawn, and your Norman Rockwell painting is complete.
