The weatherman said there was a chance of a white Christmas here in my corner of the desert. But as my stepdad says, “Reporting the weather is the only job where you can be wrong 100% of the time and remain employed.” Which I think would be a more appropriate comment if he were a meteorologist. Which he is not.
There may not have been snow, but there was plenty of good food, laughter, love, and presents.
And quite honestly – I’ll take a warm-and-sunny 59 over cold-and-snowy any day.
Tell me about your Christmas.