And at twenty to one, Feitlebaum

I woke this morning to see it snowing. skygiants sent me a Peter Lorre/Sydney Greenstreet Christmas. My father is shoveling the front walk so that people can actually come inside for eggnog rather than hovering in the yard where the maple's branches are making snake-shadows on the snow. I gave spatch a collection of Milt Gross and he gave me a novel by Chester Himes. So far, so the season.