White Christmas
December 20th, 2009
For it to feel like Christmas, and I mean really feel like Christmas, there has to be snow. It’s just how it has to be. It’s not an option. I grew up in Iowa for crying out loud. You know how many snow days we’d get in a year? A lot. It was rare for there to be a Christmas without snow. I got mad when there was a Christmas without snow, because it didn’t feel like Christmas. And dang it, when it’s Christmas, it needs to feel like Christmas.
And then I went to San Francisco a couple years ago for the holiday season. It was a balmy 40 degrees with rain. Everything was drab and dreary, and it did not feel like Christmas. All the Californians were buying their Christmas trees and getting gifts and putting up Christmas lights, and really…what’s the point? It’s California. There’s no snow. There’s not even the chance for snow. That’s how the rest of the world lives? With a Christmas that isn’t white? I don’t want it.
I suppose that’s the little girl inside of me. Sometimes I get irrational about things like the weather. About little details that I have no control over. About the things that really don’t matter that much but are integral to the atmosphere of an occassion. Maybe someday I’ll grow out of that. Probably not. But maybe.
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