As I got dressed today I asked my husband if I looked like Christmas. He looked me over and didn't answer for a long time. His face was searching my face for the right answer. I could see the wheels turning in his brain -- "does she want to look like Christmas? Then I answer yes. Or is looking like Christmas a bad thing? Then I should answer no..." Finally he said quietly said no. He made the right choice but honestly, I probably do look like Christmas. It was technically a trick question. Then the weather did me a favor and dumped snow on the ground to really drive home this holiday look one month too late. Or perhaps twelve months too early. Fashionably early is what I prefer, if you were wondering.