For the past 4 mornings, two hours a day, I have had to listen to this "winter storm" that's approaching the midwest. The 2-4 inches of snowfall, the white christmas, the possibility for snow covered roads on Christmas Eve, the chance to be snowed in and unable to travel home. Quite frankly, I've never disliked snow so much in my life.
I remember back as a child I would stay up hoping for snow, checking the local news stations every second dreaming that my school would scroll across the bottom line. I thought snow was so fun, I thought a white Christmas seems so magical, majestic almost. The sun glistening off the snow as I walk outside in the early morning on Christmas. I look through my living room window at my parents house as I open gifts and see my parent's two dogs roaming through the yard. The icy roads that nearly prevent my family from driving out of our subdivision in order to go to midnight mass. I've seen my share of white Christmas' and I have my memories.
Now, a white Christmas just seems like a pain in the ass and I really hope the snow somehow can just blow over. If not, I really hope it will stay away until at least around 10am Christmas Eve morning. I don't really feel like driving through snow in the early morning after I get off work with Brady in my back seat and all I can think about is sleep. Although, that's just what I'll have to do. I can't wait because then the roads will most definitely be snow covered. I have to beat the wintery storm.
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