The Christmas we lived in Germany, it started snowing on Christmas Eve and snowed all through Christmas.

It was marvelous. Incredible. Wonderful. Amazing.

For a southern girl who grew up in a combination of the American southland (hot) and the Pacific Northwest (rainy), snow is such a novelty.

People keep trying to tell me that it’s going to get old and that I would hate it and so on and so forth. I just cannot see that happening. I love it. I love the cold. I love the nip. I love the wet. I love the melting snow soaking wet shoes. I love the chilled extremities. I LOVED the twinkling lights in the snow.

That was a magical Christmas.