Sunday, December 23, 2007

A globally-warmed Christmas

The twenty-five to thirty inches of snow we got last weekend are almost gone and I can't help feeling sad about it. I can hear the rain pounding on the rooftop and on the pavement not far beyond my bedroom window as it travels along its direct course from heavens to ground--it is the sound of my child-like hope for a white Christmas disappearing. Flurries on the 24th just won't satisfy.


Erik said...

It's amazing how proximity shapes perspective. If we had flurries on the 24th here...the child-like hopes of generations would be reawakened as the first flake touched a South Texan's tongue.

Natalie said...

This is true. :)

It's also amazing to see how much our childhoods shape our expectations for the events, etc., that we experience as adults. I mean, while I know snow doesn't make the holiday (or really have ANYTHING to do with it!), I still find that it puts me in the spirit of the season, you know? It's like watching the claymation Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer or the Baryshnikov-choreographed The Nutcracker, or reading Dickens' A Christmas Carol in that way. These are the things that, as I child, I came to associate with Christmas, so--right or wrong--it's not the same without them.

Erik said...

Here's wishing you and the child within a white Christmas. We've been watching the Nelson cam for snow to warm our hearts. :)

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