Growing up in Amarillo, we rarely had a white Christmas. Rarely. That "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas" song was always one of my favorites, and almost always true. In New York and Maryland, where Joe grew up, I'm sure he spent many a Christmas afternoon building snow forts, going sledding and writing his name in the snow with pee.
Now that we live in Colorado, I expect to see more of the white stuff...in fact, I get a little excited about it. But not this time. They (the all-knowing weatherpeople) are now calling for a new winter storm to blow in later in the week - Christmas eve and Christmas day. And while that'd be great and all...it may interfere with our departure flight Christmas day afternoon.
I'm hoping that "they" will be wrong and the storm will come early or later. I guess the good news is that we are in Colorado and DIA is prepared for snow. If we were leaving from DFW I'd really be worried.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
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