Christmas Snow

December 12, 2018  •  Leave a Comment

 

          Whether it’s because of Santa Claus or just the way Christmas has been marketed over the years, snow is something we all hope for.   There’s just something about the beauty, the fun of sliding and playing in it, and the contrast of keeping warm inside from the cold outside, that makes it special. 

          The town I was raised in, Allegan, Michigan, is on the western side of the state inside of an arc of land right next to the lake that invites moisture from every storm coming inland.  Because of that, while everyone else would see just a few inches of snow, we would normally get a foot or more.  When the blizzards came (1978 was one I remember very well), the snow would even top the door of our house making it so we would have to dig our way out. 

          As the only boy in the family, I was the lucky one whose job it was to shovel the driveway.  Our driveway back then was probably 75 feet long and, when the snow plows came, the entrance was always piled high.  Needless to say, I really enjoyed getting back inside and warming up to a bowl of Mom’s homemade chili or goulash.

          Because we lived on a dead-end street, the kids in the neighborhood had rule of the road.  One of my favorite memories of snow at Christmas was when we would get new sleds.  My sister and I would enjoy sharing them with our friends who lived a few houses down.  They had a small hill in their backyard where we played for hours sliding down and dragging those sleds back up again.  I’m not sure why we didn’t get frostbite, but I would guess we were just having too much fun.  Of course, sliding wasn’t the only fun we had.  We had to make Frosty every year, beat each other up with snowballs, and build that snow fort to hide out in. 

        As a teen, the snow wasn’t as much fun, however.  By that time, I had my Mustang with a large V-8 engine and no weight in the back, which didn’t make well for driving in the snow.  The solution, a set of super thick treaded tires and a bag, or two, of salt in the trunk.  That helped some but didn’t make up for the heater that took more than a while to heat the car up.   We didn’t let those things stop us, though, we just plowed right through it; especially on Christmas day to visit family. 

            Looking back at those days, now that I live in Texas, makes me appreciate the fun times we had in the snow during the Christmas season even more.  I wouldn’t like it much today (well, maybe for a few days), but as a kid, you couldn’t beat it.

          Thank you tonight for hanging around with me and hearing about a few special snow memories of mine.  I’m sure there are many of you who have similar memories about snow at Christmas and who can totally relate.  It always made the day, and the season, more special for us

          This year, whether we have snow, or just that Texas sunshine, Christmas is still about one thing for me; the birth of Jesus.  In that, I will rejoice and celebrate as He has been the savior of my life and the hope for my future.  Having a little snow might be nice too…

I'll leave you all with a clip below of the Christmas classic from Bing Crosby, 'I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas' to maybe help stir some of your own snow filled memories of long ago too.

 

 

Wishing you a very blessed, and possibly snowy, Christmas season my friends.

 

Brad

 


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