This morning I awoke to a coating of fresh flakes on yesterday's hardened ice crust. There's just enough of the white stuff to flock the holly and dust the deck. And since it's only 28 degrees outside right now, it might last.
It will be a strange Christmas; that much we know. But wouldn't it be nice if it was a white one, too?
(I took this photo during Snowmaggedon ... not today!)