"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas...just like the ones I used to know...."It seems like these words have been ingrained into most of America and people wax poetically about those beautiful ice crystals mounting up and decorating their homes and yards.
Well, to that I say: BULL! See that picture above? That's snow. Oh, yeah, it can be pretty, but to people traveling to be with family and friends for the holidays, it can be lethal. It not only snarls street traffic, it plays havoc with the entire airline industry! I don't know about you, but I've already had enough of the stuff for the year, and it winter only officially started yesterday.
Our next-door neighbors drive to Indiana every holiday season to be with their "real" family. Hubby has drive 78 miles to pick up his mother who'll visit for Christmas. Several years ago it took him two hours to drive five miles when lake-effect snow off Lake Erie turned his 90 minute drive into a seven hour ordeal. (That was before we had a cell phone. Insert image of Ivy frantic with worry.)
The first Christmas Hubby and I were in our current house, it was another sunny, dry, GREEN Christmas and we took a leisurely walk down the street. That felt nice. I wouldn't walk down our sidewalk in snow. For one thing, despite paying tons of money for our town to clear our sidewalks, they really only make them more treacherous because the sidewalk plows do a lousy job and toss snow into your driveway (where it usually freezes and you have to wait weeks for a thaw, meanwhile bruising the underside of your car every time you drive over it).
I would.
