The moral of my story today is…be careful what you wish for.
I have been hoping and praying for a little snow for Christmas. There was always snow for Christmas when I was a kid, so I have craved that same holiday ambiance since moving to the south. Every year I pull out the Farmer’s Almanac, months in advance, trying to convince myself that this year it would snow at Christmastime.
Well, after almost ten years of waiting, I got my wish today.
It wasn’t a heavy dose of snow, but it did flurry all day long. And admittedly, I love, love, loved it! That is, until I had to step outside and get into my frozen car to drive someplace.
I had forgotten how cold a snowy day is.
I bundled up by wearing my snug pajamas under my clothes and thick fuzzy socks inside my sneakers. Then I pulled on my heaviest wool coat and wrapped my head with my husband’s cashmere scarf. Add to that a pair of dark sunglasses to keep the wind out of my eyes and I was ready to go outside. Thank goodness my sleeves were long enough to tuck my hands inside since I don’t own a pair of gloves.
Now if only it would snow enough to close down the city so I can stay inside and admire the view.
Well…we still have twelve days til Christmas Eve…that’s plenty of time!
Until the next time…I’ll be picking up a pair of fur lined gloves!