Every year Brandon and I watch White Christmas, and every year at the end, Bing and his friends sing about having all of your Christmases white. Last year I had a white Christmas. The year before I had a white Christmas. This year I will have yet another white Christmas. And I still don't see the charm.
In the last 10 days we have had at least 7 days that have had snow, and perhaps only 2 of the last 10 days have reached above freezing. Today we received six inches and it's still snowing. If it weren't for the kindness of neighbors, I would be outside with Kathleen, shoveling our driveway so Brandon can get up it after work today.
Every day when we wake up, Kathleen asks if we can go to the park. No, I tell her, it's too snowy. Then she asks to take a walk. No, I tell hear, the roads aren't clear enough to go for a run. Then she occasionally asks if we can go to the pool. Pools are for the summer, I tell her. Then I ask her if she wants to go play in the snow. No, she replies. So instead we stay inside all day, trying to keep warm while watching the snow fall. And keep falling.
After three white Christmases, I can say that I still don't see the appeal. Hopefully I won't have to try and see it for the next few ones. Rabat, anyone?