I'm day dreaming of a white Christmas

I’m driving down to Coldwater today, back roads, of course. We had a little snow over the weekend, snow, then freezing rain, then snow again. I absolutely love winter and I don’t mind driving in the mess. I usually drive a bit above the speed limit, but not when the white stuff is around. I slow down, not only because the roads are more treacherous, but because I love to look around at everything covered in snow. It is an entirely new world, new landscape, even a new point of view.

I find myself day dreaming.

I remember a Christmas about twenty years ago when the temperatures were higher than they’d been on Easter that year and I know that there have been many years when we did not have snow on Christmas Day. None of that reality matters when I’m thinking of the holiday season because I can only dream of Christmas as covered in snow. The first Christmas at the house we live in now when all day long enormous flakes fell and we could hardly see across the street. The Christmas when the roads were so snow-covered and slippery that my husband got the four-wheel drive truck out to fetch Em back to the house for the festivities. White, snow covered, snow falling Christmas Days.

All my Christmas’s are white.