photo © 2005 Greg Younger | more info (via: Wylio)Cue up the music and sing along, “I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…” I must say I do not in my lifetime ever remember a white Christmas. Living in the southeast, snow is a once a year rare site for eyes, one that absolutely cripples the economy as stores close up and sends those who never grace the door of a grocery store into a tailspin in need of bread, milk, and eggs. So it was with amusement that I see in our daily paper today a forecast for indeed a white Christmas. I myself worry as we are traveling to my sister’s home about 60 miles east of here for Christmas dinner, and then my youngest son has to head back to Columbia, SC (90 miles south of here) to get on a bus (yes a big bus) so the team managers from the University of South Carolina can travel on down to Atlanta to prepare for their bowl game. I must confess, after last week’s bout of black ice all over the upstate–the one that sent my car slip-sliding into a curb, ending my trip to work for that day–the thought of travel in these conditions reminds me we are ill-equipped to drive anywhere in snow or ice, vehicle nor experience wise. My oldest son, home for the holidays from Chicago, laughs at the panic in my voice. I can’t help it. Food-wise, I’m more than ready. No need for a dash to the nearest store. But driving-wise, I fear for all of us. If any of us do have to venture out in the snow Christmas day or the day after, they will have to give me something–some wine or a Benedryl perhaps, to make me calm, cool, and collect. If not I will be a nervous wreck.
Merry Christmas y’all!!