I’m feeling a little more nostalgic than normal this Christmas season. It’s been decades since I’ve seen snow and I’ve been remembering some of those special Christmas Eve nights of my childhood when snow would be softly falling. There was something magical about Christmas Eve with the snow falling and all the homes radiating their beautifully lighted displays. So, if you are fortunate enough to live where you have a white Christmas this year, enjoy its splendor and give a thought to this old man. If not, dream along with one of my favorite carols by Dean Martin.