And just as I finally turned the oven off, the skies turned the snow on and poor, dear Toronto was generously bedded down in a thick blanket of white, bringing the city to an eerie, ghostly quiet as most people stayed indoors, drinking hot beverages by the fire, no doubt. Not, I, naturellement, as I just couldn’t resist a snowy exploration. At least there’ll be a white Christmas this year, non? A perfect way to celebrate the occasion, along with all sorts of goodies and treats.
Nothing like some mulled wine and fire-side nibbles after a Winter Walk in a Wonderland. Will Christmas ever be the same again without the snow?