All week, snow had been in the forecast for Christmas Day. This made for urgent and important news because apparently Charlotte hasn't experienced a white Christmas in 63 years. Salt trucks were loaded and ready. Grocery stores were selling out of bread and milk.
Us Northerners laughed at the frenzy, but also crossed every finger and toe hoping for snow. Christmas without snow just isn't... well, just isn't Christmas. I'm sure there is something buried in one of the Gospels that mentions the shepherds trudging to the stable through deep snow. Or maybe the wise men galloping on camels through snow drifts. Snow just has to be on the ground on Christmas if it's really going to be Christmas. At least that's what us Northerners think.
We woke up Christmas morning to cold temps and cloudy skies, but no snow. We enjoyed a fun and festive day with a warm fire and hot cocoa, but no snow. However, by the time the day was ending, we looked out our window and erupted in gasps and hoots and shouts: SNOW!
That, and something our pastor said along the lines of, "If the mall is open at 9:00 am, despite the snow, to support materialism, then certainly our church can be open on a snowy morning to worship the Lord."
I suppose that's true, but it's just more fun to tease the way of life in the South.
The boys could not wait to get outside and make snow angels and a snow man. I insisted on a few pics first, since it's not all too likely we'll see snow again this winter.
The boys got right to work making a snow man. They practically cleared our front yard of all the snow by the time the snow man was rolled and stacked.
The afternoon wore on, and with the sun shining directly on our snow man, the torso and head began to give way. Grady Lee began to panic that it was about to fall, so Dad obliged and went outside to re-stack our falling snow man.
It's now Monday afternoon and that silly snow man is still standing tall - although he is melting at a fast rate, given that it's bright sun and 45 degrees. I think it's supposed to be 60 degrees by Friday. For us Northerners, 60 degrees almost merits summer weather. Almost.