I can only remember maybe one or two Christmases that have been brown. Minnesota has a good history of snowstormy, freezing winters. Usually we wake up Christmas morning and the world is already thick with white and still more is falling. However, this year, (for the first time since 2006), we only have a thirty percent chance of snow for Christmas. In past Decembers, the grass would have been a thing of a past.
But as we're bracing ourselves for a brown Christmas (oh, it makes me sad to say that), the weather is perfectly suited for snow. Thirty or so below and accompanied by a stinging wind. Yesterday, Caleb and I went outside in that oh-so-cold weather and tried to take some photos, but after only a few minutes of shivering, we laughed and headed inside. Still, we had fun taking his lumberjack photos, as we called them.
Caleb was lamenting the lack of snow while I wished that we'd have a lumberjack winter. Okay, so maybe I made the whole lumberjack winter phrase up, but I think it perfectly describes what a winter is like in our neck of the woods. Cold and white with fat flakes falling and people bundled up until the only skin you can see is between your nose. It's unlikely, but we're still hoping for a real snowstorm soon.
Who knows? Maybe there's still time for a white Christmas.
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