Christmas Day here along the Wasatch Front. By noon it was 42°F, sunny with little snow left on the ground. I was singing “I’m dreaming of a bright Christmas, just like the ones I used to know…” on the way to my friends house (I love to sing in the car when I’m alone, and not when anyone is around. My (tone deaf) family may live in Utah, but the Osmonds we are not.)
Hope you all had a bright day too.