It is still strange to think of December as autumn (at least half of it anyway). We've been in Mississippi for 11 out of the last 13 years and at least part of "getting into the Christmas spirit" has to do with a certain chill in the air. You know, it's just a little odd singing: Winter Wonderland; Let it Snow; White Christmas; I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus, in shorts and a t-shirt. Except for the occasional cold front that comes sweeping through for 24 - 48 hours, the weather is generally mid 70's with mostly sunny skies. Sure, that is perfect weather for 11 months out of the year, but not so much in December. I want snow... and, lots of it. I remember taking a pair of old water skis as a kid, removing the back rudder, duct taping our shoes to the skis and heading down the highway overpass embankments. I remember trash can lids doubling as supersonic sleighs. I remember 8' tall snowmen, formidable snow forts, bloody snowball fights, and missing school. Now, I realize the Norman Rockwell postcards that we have so forged in our memories are not exactly the way things really were, but these 80 degree Christmases are a little rough.
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