We’re not homeless–far from it. We have a nice house in the North Carolina mountains. It’s beautiful, here, too; the sky was a gorgeous pale blue and pink on the mountain this morning, and the snow meets the Currier & Ives test. We could be living in a shed, like some people who were interviewed in the Fort Myers paper. Life could be a lot worse.
But we miss the familiar rhythms of a Florida Christmas. We miss our friends. And, above all, we miss the warm weather. We had a wind chill factor of minus 37 degrees here yesterday morning. I haven’t seen anything like that in about 50 years.
Under the circumstances, you can understand it if songs like “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” have a different meaning for us this year. Sometimes it’s just better to sing and not pay any attention to the lyrics.