Sunday we drove 15 miles to see a performance of Handel's Messiah. I was convinced that as bad as the roads were -- covered with slushy snow -- that it would be canceled.
However, the show went on despite the fact that the tenor and the bass soloists did not arrive.
The conductor did not mention this and I have to say that just skipping over those solos shortened up the program considerably. I thought it was an improvement, but my wife complained that we had been deprived of the full experience.
When we got out, the temperature had dropped and the roads were much worse. The slush had frozen and turned to ice. We drove home at 20 miles per hour.
Despite all of these difficulties, I have to say that this is the true Christmas and winter experience. It should be cold. It should be snowing. And you should feel very grateful when you get home to the blazing hearth.
Merry Christmas!