This is the night I’ve been waiting for since September ended. All gray and blustery. A night that makes the lights on inside so homey and welcoming. A night that makes you wonder if the weatherman has it all wrong and you’ll wake up to snow on the ground.  (Stranger wishes have come true.)

This is a window-cracked-open (you must appreciate the cold), large-mug-of-something-hot-in-hand, cheesy-hallmark-christmas-movie-since-there’s-no-football-on kind of night.  And we’ll take all of these we can get for the holidays.  Welcome, Texas winter.