It Has to Be Hot to Be Christmas

TO me, with thoughts of Christmas, come visions of snow--crisp and white falling softly on the whole world! Twinkling Christmas trees in the windows of each little house. . .holly, mistletoe, people with rosy cheeks and bright eyes, laughter and happiness. Carols of course and somewhere nearby there is always a church where an organ plays the hymns that can be the very spirit of Christmas.