own it came.
Not very hard. Not very much. It didn't even stick...though it was coming down for two hours.
But still. Down it came. And I loved it.
The holiday season can't really begin until it snows. It just doesn't feel right. Which is strange, considering I spent the first twenty years of my life in a place where we were lucky to get below 65 degrees by Christmas.
Maybe that's why. I have a subconscious need to make up for twenty years of white-less Christmases.
(Speaking of which, snow always puts me in the mood for White Christmas. So, in it went into the VCR. I can recite the whole movie. I can. Try me.)
I'm blessed to live in a cold, snowy place.