As one of my friends who lives in Bakersfield recently commented in a Christmas card, since I moved back to my home state of Maryland, I get to have a REAL Christmas again instead of a “wimpy” California Christmas. Now, I have to admit I always missed the chilly weather at this time of year, particularly when I lived in southern California. I recall my first yuletide in Los Angeles. It was warm and muggy. The rains that year had me wondering why I had driven nearly three thousand miles only to be washed away in downpours. After several years, I got used to the warmer weather – never did get used to those 90+ degree heatwaves in January, though.
My relatively short sojourn in Arizona had much more Christmas appropriate weather. It even snowed sometimes! (I was in the central part of the state, not down south were people consider 70 degrees to be frigid.) The snow never stuck, though. A godsend, since I had a wide sloped driveway. But just up the road in Sedona, the snow did stick – maybe an inch or two – and if I really wanted to throw a snowball, I’d hop in the car and grab me some white stuff!
Finding life in the desert southwest was not my thing, I headed back to California, but this time I went north. In Sonoma wine country, it did get frosty, but never cold enough for snow.
Two years ago, just around this time of year, I made the decision to make the move back to the east coast. It was a daunting decision and, I found out, an even more daunting task. But here I am! We’ve already had a couple of days when the snow came down. Just enough to leave a dusting on the grass and not enough to have to clear away – yay! They’re forecasting a storm just before New Year’s Eve and my snowblower is ready. Now I just have to read the instruction manual so I don’t hack off a foot while clearing the driveway and sidewalk. Details, details. All that aside, I am jazzed, I tell ya, JAZZED! Probably because I don’t have to get up early when I’d rather turn over and go back to sleep; don’t have to scrape the ice off the windshield of my car and most of all, I don’t have go to work. That is not to say I don’t work. I just work on the things I want to work on! But mostly, I’m jazzed because there is nothing prettier than a fresh snowfall. Everything is so pristine and the whole world looks like a Christmas card. And I get to sit in my kitchen with a hot cup of coffee and watch the snow fall while one of my kitties – mostly likely Samantha – curls up on my lap and purrs.
So this, my first Christmas in Maryland in forty years, is a milestone. The only thing missing is my daughter. But she and her significant other will be moving back to Maryland in two short months and then I will feel like it’s Christmas all over again!
I wish you and yours a joyous yuletide and only good things in the coming year.