I think I know what Irving Berlin was thinking when he wrote the song White Christmas. I can't remember the last time I experienced a truly white Christmas, and I really have missed that. So you can imagine how excited I was when I heard we might get snow.

I was hoping the snow would start falling on Christmas Eve. There is something truly magical about watching the snow fall as you wait up for Santa. And I would have been happy with snow flurries falling when I woke up this morning, but no such luck.

I had completely given up on the idea of a white Christmas. After all, this is Atlanta Georgia, and the last white Christmas was somewhere in the 1880’s.

But then there was that first little wisp of white fluttering down from the heavens, followed by more, until the entire sky was dotted with fluffy white puffs of snow. It was beautiful. I was perfectly content to sit in front of the fire and watch the snow fall.

It was a good Christmas.

I will miss it when the clock strikes twelve and it is officially the day after Christmas. I guess I can still look forward to my birthday next Friday. I can blow out my candles while sipping champagne on the last night of the year.

But for tonight, I’m going to savor the last minutes of Christmas…and the rare sparkling white, blanketing the ground and embellishing the sky. It’s like a little dose of holiday magic. And let’s face it…we all need that.

Until the next time…I’ll be making snow angels in the yard!