I have just traveled 1,000 miles to see it and it's here this morning. But why? I have seen enough snow to last a lifetime, including spending 3 weeks in Antarctica where I was told 90% of the world's snow and ice is located. But each of the past 14 years I have left the comforts of a South Florida home to make the trek to my other home in the Cincinnati, Ohio area to spend Christmas there.
I am a snow bird, which means I avoid the snow, not embrace it. It was always my dream to spend the colder months where the sun shines everyday and the golf course is never closed. I appreciate the warmer climes but Christmas time is different. Yesterday I went to the local mall where the sight of shoppers all bundled up as they made the compulsory gift purchases warmed my heart. How can you shop for Christmas in shorts and tee-shirts?
While my southern neighbors had decided to stay in the warmth of the Florida sun, while they bask by the pool and play shuffle ball, I will try to find my old pair of boots and shovel the drive, as I have to go out this afternoon to get the car serviced and do a bit more shopping.
I am reminded of a trip I took to Ireland in April a few years ago. I was with a tour group that included many Australians. One morning the ground was covered with snow, as the temps dipped below 30 degrees. There in front of our Sligo hotel was older widow in her 60s frolicking in the new fallen mantle of white. She looked at me and said, "I spent my whole life in Queensland, and at age 66 this is the first time in my life I have ever seen snow."
On the the other hand, although I have seen enough to last a lifetime, it always delights me.