War of the Winters has started, all of our gutless, fragile (or very smart) friends who have moved to warmer climes can't wait to tell us the temperature and how crowded the beach is. Well I say, stuff it in your swimsuit! I just spent a glorious hour with my snowblower clearing 5 inches of Christmas Angel tears off my sidewalk and driveway. I don't know how well the Christmas lights glisten off sand or grass but they're gorgeous here. Despite your attempts to lure us to the Grinches playground, I send you my best wishes for a Merry Holiday and sincerely wish I could smack you in the face or another anatomically strategic part with a ball of Christmas Joy.