Christmas, of course. The rains have taken away most of the Lucifer snows and the spear-like icicles have fallen in the easement between my place and the neighbours' (west). Brunch just now at those same neighbours, and that's always been the best part of Christmas for me.
I watched the King of England's Address before that. Thought for a second I was watching Alistair Cooke introducing an episode of Masterpiece Theatre, but Cooke would never travel to Bethlehem to stand on the spot where Christ's mother broke water, and Christ was born. To the side, respectfully, but never on top. Even Ms Markle knows that.
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