So, this morning, when I was already having a particularly crummy start to my day and I opened the door to leave for work and saw my van covered in white, I was not pleased. December 1st and the first true snow fall was greeting me at 8:00 in the morning as I was rushing out the door. Now, some people would find the first snowfall to be joyful, a sign of the season, pretty even. Afterall, it's usually a minimal dusting, nothing major. There's usually no need to break out the shovels or start up the snowblower. But I see right past that first snowfall and straight to the dead of winter: getting up an hour earlier just to make sure that there is enough time to clean the snow off the driveway and cars and take an extra 20 minutes to go the 6 miles to work. Sliding all over the road. Getting the driveway all cleared off just to have the snowplow drive by and block you in. . . Need I go on?
Maybe it's the mom in me? Having 4 kids to bundle up in the winter is more than I can handle most days. Even playing outside in the snow loses its novelty after about 10 minutes, 10 seconds if you're nearly 2 and can't keep your mittens on or walk in your snowsuit without falling over into the snow.
Personally, I'll take some snow on Christmas Eve and have it be melted and gone by the day after Christmas. Sure, it looks pretty on the trees, but it's much prettier in pictures or on TV than it is in my own back yard!
So for all of you who live in warmer climates, who sadly wish for a white Christmas, just remember the look on Lily's face when I sent her outside to play in the snow, pounding on the back door to be let back in the house:
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