I'd hardly call the weather outside frightful. Yes, the fire is delightful and who says we have no place to go? So let it, you know … snow. That's not exactly what Sammy Cahn had in mind when he wrote most of that in 1945, but you get the idea. Do they ever let it snow around here? Only if you use the loosest definition of snow. There are a few flurries now and then, as long as "now" and "then" are separated by 10 or 15 years. We make do with our pretend winter but there are some great events that have become holiday traditions in Newport-Mesa land.
Thursday was Weichman Realtors' annual Polar Express train ride and fun stuff day, with Mr. Claus and company at the Goat Hill Junction miniature railroad. And, next Saturday, is Torelli Realty's annual Holiday Snow Land, with 40 tons of man-made snow at Balearic Park, which is about 40 steps from my house. Over the years I have made my way to Valerie's snow fest in the park to see one thing, and one thing only: little kids who have never — or seldom seen — snow trying to figure out what to do with it. You can't beat that.