What is it about a white Christmas? I don't even like the snow every other day of the year. I didn't grow up with white Christmas's in Southern California (excluding the year that Tim Hellerud toilet papered us on Christmas for this very reason.)
But seriously, nothing says Merry Christmas like a blanket of white covering your landscape. I've really only experienced a few. There was the year of the five day power outage. As beautiful as that ice storm was, that was not a pleasant Christmas memory.
I think back to my first married Christmas. The night before Spencer and I stayed up putting together a desk we had bought. Since the shoe box apartment we lived in didn't have enough space for the desk AND it's garbage, we had to carry out it's packaging to the dumpster in the wee hours of the morning. And what to our wondering eyes did appear? A fresh covering of snow that sparkled in the streetlights and brightened up the dark night.
It was breathtaking. Exciting. My first White Christmas. And at that moment...it was magical.
The magic disappeared a few hours later when we woke up at 4am because we couldn't stand the excitement any longer. What proceeded was a two hour fight about how to pass out and open Christmas presents. (Spencer is not a fighter at all...which makes this whole memory even more funny to me.)
The weather in Ohio is fickle. And we really don't get much snow before January. It's been years since I've had a white Christmas. And I'm pining for one. Good news is...it's still in the forecast.