dreaming of a white christmas
Most Floridians, regardless of if you’re a native like me, or a recent transplant, love the weather in Florida. The only time I mind our wam temperatures is at this time of year. For instance, I’m wearing shorts and a t-shirt right now, and I ran my a/c earlier this week. It’s hard to get into the Christmas spirit when it’s so darn warm out!
I’ve only had one white Christmas in my life, and it was when I was 12. We took the auto train out of Sanford to Virigina, and then drove to New Jersey to my grandmother’s house. I hoped for snow all week…and all week, the snow didn’t come. Finally, as we left the state to drive back to Virigina, the flakes started falling. My parents pulled over to a gas station so that I could get out and experience snow for the first time. Ever since then, I’ve loved the white stuff, but I also love not having to shovel it, drive in it, or scrape ice off my windshield each morning.
Maybe this heat wave isn’t so awful after all…
I miss NJ in the winter. I miss feeling the crispness when you walk outside and yes, I admit, I miss the snow….somewhat.
Don’t miss the ice storms and the nor’easters and the shoveling. But I do miss waking up in the mornings and running to see if it snowed the night before and then waiting to hear the whistle that school is canceled.