Last night, the Weather Channel and the National Weather Service started touting the imminent arrival of a storm the WC named Winter Storm Chloe. After the bust last week known as Benji, I wasn't expecting much more than a dusting, but hey, sometimes the powers-that-be get things right and so it was in the morning light, when it was clear we'd had at least a little taste of winter, perhaps two inches of the white stuff. It certainly looked pretty, and, as the carol says, a lot like Christmas. Alas, it's not expected to last until the holiday, so it may be better to switch the focus of the vocal chestnut to say that's it's beginning to look a lot like Hanukkah and leave it at that. Alas, I haven't yet been cleared to cross-country ski, but at least there'll be a clean canvas on which nocturnal animals can write their stories. It'll be that eternal challenge to attempt to figure out what they had to say.