I’m sure good, old Bing had no idea how many children’s dreams he would crush with his long-beloved song.
Forget the dancing sugarplums, I dreamed up white fluff covering our minivan and sidewalk Christmas Eve.
Many a Christmas morn, I tore open my daisy curtains only to find dead, brown grass on the front lawn.
We occasionally get snow for Christmas, but we almost always have snow for Valentine’s Day. We even have snow on some Easters. So I guess it’s a question of whether we want snow celebrating Jesus’s birthday or the day He rose from the dead.
I know a lot of people who dislike snow. They may even use the word “hate” to describe their emotions, but I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt.
Think of it this way.
Particles of hydrogen and oxygen are floating upwards and collecting themselves into an enormous assembly – also known as a cloud. That cloud gets cold and the hydrogens and oxygens huddle together.
Then, when the cloud just can’t take it anymore, the huddles start to flake off and hurdle down to the ground. The first brave ones dissolve into the dead, brown floor, but the next troops stand and bear the weight of the reinforcements.
Together they concenter, unifying with the association that – yes –
They. Are. Snow.
And together they reflect the sun as infinitesimal prisms, blinding eyes and warming hearts.
Isn’t that remarkable?
Wouldn’t you dream of that?