Years ago we decided to strap ice cleats on a pair of worn out walking shoes and just leave them on the shoes for days like today, Christmas, with a thin layer of fresh snow on top of icy streets. At the bottom of the steep hill on Hoffman we ran into Daminika. She rolled down hr window to say hi. She was wearing a headband that looked like a Christmas wreath. Peggi said, “”I like your headband” at the same time as I said, “I like your halo” so Daminika said, “What.” We laughed and pointed to her head. She said, “I hate Christmas. I’d rather be out skiing.”
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