hey santa....

“I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…..”

One of the really good things about moving from the West Coast to Wisconsin was the guarantee of a white Christmas.

As a person who grew up in sunny SoCal,  there’s just something about snow that makes Christmas, well, a little more festively Christmas.

But this year, for the first time in the 12 years we’ve been here now, it looks like that’s all it will be -  DREAMING -  of a white Christmas instead of having one.

(My inner child stomps her feet, crosses her arms across her chest and pouts.)

I want snow. 

If I have to live here, separated from family and long term friends during the season of gatherings - I at least want to look out the window and see snow to bring a smile to my face and make the loneliness a little more bearable.

And I want it now.

Is it really too much to ask?

The part of me that still believes in magic listens to the weather forecast and says, “what do they know?  They can’t predict the weather that far in advance” while the part of me that lives in this scientific realm of technology is wondering where to buy that snow in a can stuff that I can spray on my windows to at least give the illusion of snow covered windows from the inside of my house.

Yep, I want snow.  Lots of it.

(sigh)

I’m off to write a letter to Santa – hoping there’s still time for it to reach him.  I’ve been (pretty much) a good little girl this year, and I’m keeping my fingers crossed that he has more pull with things like weather than the forecasters. 

I’ll keep you posted!