The other night as Jamie, Georgie and I set out for an evening stroll, a gentle snow was falling. This was not the snarling, snapping snow of an Alberta Clipper that we've being experiencing lately, but a hushed graceful snowfall. Special effects in Hollywood would not be able to duplicate its beauty. The heavy dove grey clouds hung close to the Earth, cocooning and muffling the world. The carillon bells chimed Lo How a Rose E're Blooming in the background. I whispered to Jamie, not wanting to disturb the serenity, that it felt more like Christmas, than the actual Christmas day . It is hard not to believe in peace on Earth on a night like this. Rich man or beggar man can both enjoy such an evening. The best things in life are free.