I live in northern Indiana. I have spent the majority of my life living in places where snow is common in the winter months. I tell you this because the weather has been fairly balmy here and there hasn’t been much snow. Sometimes it didn’t feel like Christmas was right around the corner.
I frequently heard people saying they wish we could have a white Christmas. “Oh, a little bit of snow would be so nice.”
Here’s the problem with that thinking: It doesn’t go away after Christmas.
I remember one of the last Christmases I spent with my Mamaw. I have narrowed the year down to somewhere between 2003 and 2005. We were living in Michigan then and I was hosting Christmas at my house that year. Mamaw had come up and was staying with me. The grass was green and the weather wasn’t too chilly.
I don’t remember her exact words, but it was in that same vein of wanting a white Christmas and how nice it is when you have a little bit of snow at Christmas time.
She got her wish. It began snowing on December 23rd and snowed for ten days straight. I told her to never again say anything about wanting a white Christmas!
This year it started snowing late on Christmas Eve and continued snowing throughout the night. We woke to probably a good 12 inches of snow, if not more. I like to think my Mamaw is smiling down on us in Heaven. You got your wish, Mamaw; we had a white Christmas.
It’s been a good Christmas. I cannot complain. My daughter and I are off to pick up our order of Chinese takeout in a few minutes. Then I think I’m going to watch Hallmark movies while I eat. I’ve been stuffing myself and saying to hell with the “lifestyle change” during this period of the holidays.
Merry Christmas, everyone. I hope your day was wonderful. For those of you who may be reading and struggling, it does get easier. Hang in there; you are stronger than you think.