Last night I went to pick up my son from a Christmas pageant rehearsal. Walking across a parking lot in the dark, the snow softened the light and the sounds around me. Yet faintly, in the distance. I could hear a snowmobile running, and from across the square the sound of voices and of a puck hitting the goal on the public skating rink.
Just one of the joys of a small town in the North woods as Christmas approaches.
