I surrendered to a world of my imagination, re-enacting all those wonderful tales my father would read aloud to me. I became a very active reader, especially history and Shakespeare.
And what did Shakespeare have to say about Christmas?
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May’s new fangled-mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows
William Shakespeare was never in Southern California — the seasons get a little smoothed out here, but it’s never been this warm during the holidays — and the roses are still blooming.
As is the cloud of smoke and ash over the horizon.