There is something really magical about Christmas that allows us to see the beauty in ordinary things. Growing up on the Canadian prairies, I have seen enough snow to last at least two lifetimes. Eleven months of the year you can ask me if I think snow is beautiful, and you’ll get a resounding “NO!” But in December I think snow is exquisite. How can we explain the extra patience of harried drivers, or the greeting of “Merry... > Full Story