This time of year when you're outside, the air smells crisp and the sky are a bit gray. Jack Frost has touched the glass with his magic fingers and the ice scraper from the glove box to zero before the car window. Street lights on a new aura as their red and green lights blink on and off. You start to run along the streets on your way home to see who has the best light show on their lawn, and children have their list to Santa. If you have not guessed what time of year it is, it's Christmas.