White Christmas

Who doesn't love this movie? I have to watch it every year. It's funny, and familiar, and so lame in parts but oh, so loveable.


But I am not here to talk about that.



When I was a little girl, I used to hope and pray every Christmas Eve that we would have a white Christmas. I wanted it so badly! I never doubted that it truly could happen for us. Of course, snow never came to our house on Christmas morning. I was never disappointed; all of us were used to warm weather and we enjoyed it!

Perhaps because of these childhood hopes, the frosty weather we have had so far this holiday season has given me a sort of childish joy. Sure, the ice on my driveway still needs to be chiseled off, but when I look out my window I see snow, sometimes fluttering slowly down, sometimes blowing sideways in the wind, but always covering the ground with pure whiteness.

Here is the view from our back porch a couple days ago.


Gorgeous, right? It's even better in the moonlight. It glows!