On my way home from errands the other night, I saw a fellow running through a Christmas-lit neighborhood under a dark sky of falling snow. He was bundled up in gloves and a hat and seemed to be just gliding along across the sparkled, white-covered road. I'm not the biggest fan of Christmas (think female version of Scrooge), but something about watching him for a few seconds gave me the most peaceful, dare-I-say "Christmas spirit" feeling I've had thus far this season. I decided the next time it snows, I'm going to drive up to that same neighborhood and run... even if it's just a mile or two.
Somebody remind me.