For those of you who can only dream of a white Christmas, or Hanukkah, or other holiday (is it politically correct to dream of a white Kwanzaa? I don’t know . . .) I thought I’d share:
The nice thing about the kids playing on the frozen pond is that it is much easier to ascertain if someone has or has not gone under. In the summer, if I look out the window and someone is missing, I have a panic attack and run around outside shouting the name of the child I cannot find, fearing they may have drowned. In the winter? If someone is missing I just look for a hole in the ice. No hole, no problem. You’ll notice that they aren’t allowed to go out very far on the ice. If it were to break where they are, they would only be shin to thigh deep (depending on the child).
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt probably froze to death.