Hark, the Herald Angels Sing

Oh, wrong month. I am getting ahead of myself here. We are having our first snow of the year, much earlier than last year. They were flakes the size of hubcaps, but now they are the size of one forint coins. It will not stick, it never does. Today is St. Marton's Day. It is a big deal in Hungary and the legend states you must eat goose today to ensure you do not go hungry for the rest of the year. Yesterday, Ron and I went to the St. Marton 'festival' in City Park. Ten booths does not a festival make. It took ten minutes of freezing to realize it was not worth more time.

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