frosty the fake snowman?

As I walked outside tonight, the frost shimmered on the grass and my feet crushed each delicately whitened, frozen blade. The night air was crisp and cool and I was only mildly chilly in my sweatshirt. It's been the perfect October weekend.

Except...

It's not October. It's December 17th. Christmas is a week away and we have NO snow. I'm not asking for much. All I want for Christmas is maybe a small snowstorm on Christmas eve. I can't say that I'm not enjoying the nice weather. I actually went for a run yesterday (let me tell you, it was rough) and I didn't freeze my ass off. I'm ok with that. But so help me, if there isn't snow on the ground by next Sunday, I will be begging Santa for a refund.

Yeah, we still have Christmas music, we've still done our Christmas baking (though significantly less than in past years), we still run around frantically trying to find that perfect gift and we still watch the plethora of movies that are on (thank you TBS, for giving me the opportunity to watch Runaway Bride not once, but three times and to CBS for showing Elf). But something about it is just not Christmas if the tacky Christmas lights and fake Santas and manger scenes are dusted finely so that the lights shine and twinkle at you from under their winter coats. I feel like I did when we spent Christmas and New Years in California, where the palm trees were decked out in twinkly lights. It's nice, but it's not the same.

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten and children listen, to hear sleighbells in the snow.

Quote o' the day:

"The snow itself is lonely or, if you prefer, self-sufficient. There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only." - Joseph Wood Krutch