Everybody hums along to the song “Dreaming of a white Christmas”, asking for the delivery of a “White Christmas” and the presence of snow all around us at Christmas.  We now have a pretty good assurance of that “White Christmas” — a week long celebration of joy, it would appear.  And what do I hear?  A good deal of complaining.

Not least of which is that this is decimating the already shattered economy, retail sales on the most pivotal weekend of the year — the weekend before Christmas — dead. 

 So, I’m dreaming of a white Christmas.  Just like the ones I used to know.  Where the treetops glisten and children listen to hear their mother grating the government cheese and slattering it all over grade-d pig entails, a necessary meal substitution ever since daddy lost his job in massive lay-offs to his industry highly reliant on retail sales after the stores at the mall were unable to make payroll and went bankrupt.

Or is this just a little more snow than was hoped for?  Well, the devil’s in the details.  Try to slot the words more carefully into the song.  “I’m dreaming of a white Christmas.  But just Christmas.  With maybe an inch falling late Christmas Eve.  And a nice sunny day the day after Christmas.  A few good days of trees glistening.  And Enough to make a ski-trip worthwhile.”

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