There really is something special about a White Christmas.
Of course, if you’re from a part of the world where snow is extremely rare, like the Serengeti from where I originally come, then you don’t really think about it. But if there’s a chance of snow at Christmas, it’s a big disappointment when it doesn’t arrive.
Over the last decade or so, I’ve spent a lot of time around Christmas in those parts of Britain and Germany where rain is far more common than snow. In those instances, the company of family and friends is more than enough to make Christmas merry. However, it can’t be denied that a carpet of snow definitely heightens the festiveness of the season.
The first winter I spent in Canada, we had non-stop snow from November through to spring. In contrast, for the last couple of years, we’ve had very little snow in this part of Ontario. So when the forecast hinted at the possibility of Christmas snow this year, we were all very excited (especially my brother, Bisckits).
Christmas Day dawned to a light sprinkling of snow, which didn’t even properly cover the ground. By mid-morning it was all but gone. I’m not sure if that constitutes a White Christmas or not.
Yet last night made up for that minor disappointment. We went to bed with snow streaming from the sky and being blown around by strong gusts of wind. It continued to fall throughout the night. So by this morning we had something like 4–6 inches.
So although we didn’t get a proper dumping of snow for Christmas Day itself, at least part of the Holiday Season will be white! At last we have our Winter Wonderland.
The down side is that as soon as he’s finished helping me with this blog, Rich will have to go outside and shovel the drive!