Your White Christmas

I snuggled under my electric blanket and got comfortable before viewing a Christmas classic. Bing Crosby’s ‘White Christmas’ was the perfect choice; familiar sights and sounds of Christmas were fresh as a new fallen snow.

Memories of past Christmases quickly came to mind. I had celebrated so many as a young girl and teenager in my family home in Central New York State. I was raised outside of Syracuse in the rural neighborhood of Mycenae.

Living there, I had taken for granted the regular occurrence of the sight of several inches of snow on Christmas Eves and Christmas mornings. I’ll be quick to add that snow accumulations are not always welcome sites to New Yorkers.

Early morning risers must shovel or use snow blowers on covered driveways and sidewalks. Highways and Interstates become danger zones when travelers are involved in vehicle accidents. It’s easy to become stranded in sub-zero temperatures in the midst of towering snowdrifts.

The reality… A White Christmas soon becomes a brown slush.

Multitudes of yesterday’s New Yorkers are today’s Florida residents.

Make this your White Christmas. You can be whiter than snow!

“Behold, thou desirest truth in the inward parts: and in the hidden part thou shalt make me to know wisdom. Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow (Psalm 51:6-7 KJV).”