Inevitably, about this time of year someone will lament "no White Christmas?"
I always think that person is either a recluse or has been brainwashed by one too many a chorus of the Irving Berlin song.
I live in upstate New York--in a snow belt. The words "lake-effect snow" petrify me.
My ideal Christmas is sunny, the grass is green, and the forecast says clear skies for the foreseeable future. It's happened more than once--and those are the Christmases I love the best. No skidding down icy roads doing those last-minute errands or visiting friends and relatives. No shoveling and heart attacks.
So shut up Bing, Rosemary, Danny and Vera! Stop! Go away!!
Am I the only one already longing for spring?
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