Knowing that I was from the South and the West, my friends in Minnesota always wondered how you could have Christmas without snow. I will admit that snow adds a little extra ambiance to the season, but I still think I'll take my Christmas without the cold, wet, white stuff -- especially this year when our friends and relatives in Minnesota and Iowa are preparing to be buried under a foot or two of snow.
I suppose one day we'll have to visit the in-laws in Iowa at Christmas time so that our son can experience real snow, not the slush we get every now and then in the mountains surrounding San Diego. But Jack has experienced precipitation of any kind so few times in his three-and-a-half-year existence, that he's actually kind of afraid of rain. At least I can say he knows what snow is. We have a book about it and he giggles when I read it as if it's a mythical phenomenon.
But the truth about Christmas is that it has very little to do snow or candy canes. In our little family, it's not even so much about the birth of Jesus. Christmas is the time of year when we huddle together for warmth of a different kind, the warmth of knowing that we love each other. I'll take that over a down coat and mug of hot chocolate any day.
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