The first of today's snowflakes are twirling out of the grey skies, this first day of December. It seems I will be walking through a white world as I go downtown to hang posters for Los Posadas, our celebration of the Mexican tradition. This will be our third year going from door to door with Mary and Joseph and their donkey, asking for a place to stay. A local farmer provides a donkey each year. Last year's was an amiable soul called Moses, who loved having all the attention. Our first year, we had Lily, who wanted no part of us and dug in her heels. I was all on her side. We were dragging that pregnant donkey around. She had every right to complain.
We end the celebration with a fiesta with authentic Hispanic food and pinatas for the children. My grandson will be there because he likes to "bang that thing". Sounds nasty but he doesn't mean it that way.
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