So, it snowed here last night, and everyone in my surrounding area is in a tizzy because now it’s a White Christmas (a Christmas with snow on the ground for those who don’t know what that is). And, for some reason I can’t explain, we’re supposed to love and cherish memories of a White Christmas more than any other. No, seriously, it’s in the rules. My facebook feed is full of people saying OMG! Snow, it’s a White Christmas! This is great! Like, you know, if it had rained instead of snowed, or, gods forbid, been sunny… Christmas would have been ruined somehow and all of that time spent with friends and family on this one day would be somehow less memorable because — no snow. I’m being slightly sarcastic here, but totally serious too. I mean, I get it, I understand that having no snow doesn’t take away from Christmas… well, at least I hope it doesn’t. It doesn’t for me anyway, and it only adds to the feel of Christmas, but why does snow even enter the equation? Surely this doesn’t all hang on that stupid movie/song from the 1950’s? It wasn’t even that great of a movie. I mean it was okay as those movies go, but mostly it was a carriage for the stupid song. The original movie (Holiday Inn) was slightly better, but not much…
I wonder if the people who wish or “dream” of a White Christmas know about the origins behind many of traditions they follow vis-à-vis Christmas and the winter holidays? I mean, most of the traditions were built up to ward off long winters and welcome back the sun. Snow, especially plentiful snow, was a bad thing because it buried the land, drove away game, and killed the crops. Too much snow for too long and people started to die. But hey, that was a long time ago and we don’t have to worry about that in *most* countries nowadays. So, let’s all wish for a White Christmas, I guess and forget why we light the Yule Log and feast with our friends and family.
I personally, enjoy the snow because I’ve never had reason to go out into the snow. Not for very long anyway. Ha! I’m all about “…since we’ve no place to go, let it snow, &c… ” Give me hot coffee (or cocoa if there’s no coffee), and something to read, and I’m good with snow. I can and have trudged through it to get from point A to point B without too much issue, but I’m not one to play in the snow. It’s cold, and my extremities tend to freeze easily. No, I’m serious. It doesn’t matter how many layers of gloves, mittens, or socks I have on, my fingers and toes will freeze to the point where I’m loosing blood in them. It’s a relatively new phenomena for me, that started happening about… eight? years ago. They call it Raynaud’s phenomenon (or syndrome) and, as usual, the doctors are not sure why my digits are doing it. But the first time it happened, it scared the piss out of me. I mean, I had two layers of socks on and I was riding in a heated truck, with a blanket over me, but several toes on my right foot were so frozen I could hardly walk. I thought I had frostbite, though I couldn’t figure out why… The second time it happened it was the fingers on my right hand, just from walking to my apartment from my job (about three blocks away). That’s when I knew something was wrong… But again, no one knows what’s going on, so I just avoid extreme cold like the plague.
So anyway, I got off on a tangent (because that never happens on this blog… ^_^). My original point was that even though it snowed last night and we now officially have a “White Christmas” I don’t believe that makes this Christmas any better than if it hadn’t snowed during the night. I mean, are there truly people who went to sleep last night thinking, Christmas is going to suck balls if there isn’t snow on the ground tomorrow? I mean, I get it, the snow adds to the feel of Christmas here in the United States. I understand that, because we’re taught from a very young age that Christmas = winter = snow, and it doesn’t matter where we live in this great nation of ours. I mean, I grew up in California and I still kinda/sorta expected snow at Christmas even though California, at least the part of California I grew up in rarely got snow. Rarely as in it snowed, like once the entire time I lived there. Once. Our parents woke us up and brought us outside to see it and it was damned awesome at the time. It coated the ground with a very thin layer that was gone by noon. Now that was a cherished memory, because it was so rare. But snow at Christmas? phhhh. If it snows it snows, if it doesn’t it doesn’t. Christmas will come and go either way.
And having said that, have a Merry Christmas (white or otherwise) to all who celebrate it. Keep a thought out for Doug, who’s traveling to Oregon where his sister lives so he can meet with his dad and sisters. They all decided to get together this Christmas and he figured he’d go and see them while they were all in one place. I am not well enough to make that trip… Anyway, snow, as pretty as it is, does not make a good traveling companion, y’all. So spare a thought for him and everyone else traveling today and in the days to come.