Let It Snow, for now

I miss the snow.

(Shoot.  Did I say that out loud?  Please don't tell anyone.)

But I do.  It just doesn't feel like the holidays without snow, darn it.  Heck, it hardly even feels like December.  I mean, if there isn't going to be snow, I might as well be enjoying a sunny December 22nd in 82 degree Orlando.

Don't get me wrong.  As much as I love having snow in December, come January 2nd I'm pretty much ready for a thaw and spring.

(I know, I'm not a true Minnesotan.  But don't worry, I never claimed to be.)

Oh sure, snow is wonderful and beautiful.  I loved playing in it when I was younger.  And I love watching the girls play in it now.  I like the big bundled up look of snow pants and coats, the rosy noses, and the pure delight in their faces.  And especially the drinking of the hot cocoa after coming in from the cold.

There really is something magical about snow.

And I think that's why I'm whining about the lack of it right now.  Yes, I know all of the appropriate December holidays will come whether there is snow on the ground or not.  I know that Hope and Paige will still feel the same amount of excitement come Christmas morning if it's brown outside instead of white.

But I want the snow.

I want to sit inside my cozy, warm house, sipping peppermint cocoa, and watching big, fluffy flakes turn the world into a winter wonderland.

I want to ring in the new year, and celebrate my firstborn's birthday, with the magic of snow on the ground.

And then, I'm fine.  I give Mother Nature permission to cut winter short and give us a nice long spring. (I'm generous like that.)

But for now, I'd appreciate a little of the white stuff.  You know, for the kids.

This is not what our yard currently looks like.  I just wish it did.