Who wouldn’t love that? Well…me.
Seriously, I do love snow—as long as I’m looking
at it in pictures, on television, or in movies like the aforementioned Hallmark
Christmas offerings. I attribute my distaste for the real life cold white stuff
to the year I lived in South Dakota. Ah, yes. That was an eye-opening
experience for this southern girl who longed for a White Christmas every time I
heard Bing, Elvis, or any of the dozens of other singers who crooned that holiday
song. Instead of snow boots, a heavy parka, a ski mask, thick leather gloves,
and long Johns (or Janes), I had high heel fashion boots, a beautiful red wool
coat, leather driving gloves, and sexy lingerie.
When I arrived in South Dakota in April, and it
was snowing. Of course, this was spring snow which I was foolish enough to
believe was what winter would be like.
In South Dakota, nights were cool to cold. Even in
August, I wore a jacket to work every day. The temperature began dropping in
September, but it wasn’t bad. I decided reports of horrible winters in the
Dakotas were greatly exaggerated.
In early November, a winter storm blew in. The
temperature dropped, and snow began falling on a Sunday. It was beautiful. I
stared out the window and marveled at how it transformed the landscape. The
next morning, I discovered the questionable joy of shoveling a driveway in
order to get the car out of the garage and onto the street to drive to work.
The snow kept falling and falling and falling. I spent a small fortune on the necessary
clothes and boots to survive life in what seemed like the Arctic Circle. I also
developed skills essential to survival like knocking down the frozen barrier
across the end of my driveway created each time a snowplow came down the street
and learning which tow truck to call when my car wouldn’t start at five o’clock
when I left work. Ah, yes, the good old frozen days.
That November, the temperature continued dropping.
In fact, there was a two-week period when the temperature was so far below zero
that when it warmed up to zero, everyone
went outside in shirt sleeves. From Thanksgiving until the following spring,
not a week went by that it didn’t snow—some days very light, some days
excruciatingly heavy. When we moved away the following April—surprise!—it was
snowing.
In conclusion, let me say I do love snow at
Christmas—in movies and photos, but never in real life.
Wishing you all delightful holidays with the
weather you love best—whether that’s ice and snow or palm trees and a beach.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Joan also loves Christmas songs by popular rock
groups like Last Christmas by Wham
with George Michael on vocals. That song inspired her Christmas Romance of the
same name.
Love at first sight, heartbreak, revenge,
redemption, and second chances—Last Christmas has all that plus a dash of humor
and a pinch of mystery.
Annabelle gave Rick her heart last Christmas. He
stomped on it. This Christmas, Rick’s going to pay!
Last Christmas is a Kindle Unlimited selection.
Joan lives her Happily Ever After with her hero, her husband. They divide their time between a book-cluttered home in Houston and a small house at the foot of the Texas Hill Country where they sit on the porch at night, gaze at the star-studded sky, and listen to the coyotes howl.
Joan Reeves
Thanks for coming today, Joan!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your hospitality, Liz. Merry Christmas.
DeleteJoan, I totally get your snow aversion, but you know, as long as I can stay inside and watch from the warmth of my cozy house, I kinda like it. Great post!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Nan. Yes, inside when the weather outside is frightful! *g*
DeleteOh, dear. It sounds as if South Dakota really only has two seasons: winter and a little warmer! I live outside the Philly area, and we get snow but not like that. In fact, there are some flurries right now as I write, and I promise it won't stick.
ReplyDeleteYou're right. Two major seasons and 2 minor ones. The year I spent in South Dakota was memorable. I didn't even write about the dam break and the resulting flood that wiped out nearly half the town or the three-day blizzard before I finally left the state!
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