No disrespect to Bing Crosby or anything, but I never knew what a "White Christmas" was all about. (Although, I think the film, White Christmas with Bing Crosby & Danny Kaye is one of my absolute favorite must-see holiday movies and I totally think it's genius, not only because Rosemary Clooney gets to wear all those fabulous dresses, especially the red velvet Santa-esque one in the final scene, but because the film also manages to be patriotic at the same time, but that's not important right now. =D)
I have only ever lived in tropical (Cuba & Florida) or deserty (So. Cal) climates.
So I really don't know how to "do" weather. But a real storm just blew through last night.
Imagine our surprise and delight when we looked out and saw this view from our back yard this morning:
Surprise because when we do get a cold rain about once a year, there's only ever a slight dust of powder at the very top of our highest local peak, which I think just squeaked in on the mountain category, but that's not important right now, either.
This winter wonderland is down to about the 500-or-so feet range and we just don't know what to do with ourselves.
"There's snow on Saddleback!" The entire neighborhood is outside oooh-ing and aah-ing.
You see, for us here in So Cal, snow is usually a destination. As in, "let's go to the snow this weekend."
We can go there (to the snow) for the day and ski or slide down hills on innertubes and then pack up and come home in the evening. I know. We're kind of wimpy that way.
We don't know how to act when there's snow sitting right behind us. Or when the temperature drops down below 40 degrees.
So we all go outside with our cameras (make sure to get those palm trees juxtaposed just so against the snowy mountain!) to document this historic moment and then quickly go back inside (because none of us even own a jacket) to sit in front of our faux fireplaces with our hot cocoa and play Christmas music....
....and okay.... to dream. ;-)