When I lived in northern Indiana, every Christmas was a white Christmas. But in northern Georgia where I grew up and where I now live again, white Christmases are rare. I remember only one when I was young and one about ten years ago. So it was a nice surprise to wake up this morning to snow on the ground.
I love the term “pocket of joy.” I first heard it on a Netflix reality show when one of the main stars, speaking of his difficult growing-up years, also spoke of the pockets of joy that sustained him through those difficult times.