You know that song in the movie White Christmas that they’re singing on the train on the way to Vermont? They sing so gleefully about snow and how much fun they’re going to have with it. They sing about shoveling it, making a snowman with it, washing their face, hands and hair with it, and dreaming of it. They seem to love snow so much!
I don’t get it.
Sure, it can be pretty. But, I don’t like it. I don’t like to walk in it. I don’t like to drive in it. I don’t like to play in it (it’s cold out there, people!). I don’t like to brush it off my car. I don’t like shoveling it. I don’t like when my kids are home from school because of it and they interrupt my quiet morning (I love them, but I don’t work Monday and Tuesday mornings, so if they have a snow day on either of those days, I don’t get my me time that morning).
The only time I like snow is for Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Then it can go away. I can’t be the only one that feels this way, but everyone else around me seems to be enjoying the heck out of the first big snowfall of the year this past Sunday, and I’m over here like NOOOO SNOW! The only consolation I feel this year is that I get to wear my pretty new snow boots (that I got on clearance in Colorado last April. Woo!). But I don’t want to wear them everyday. And we’re supposed to get even more snow on Friday, and ice pellets on Saturday. Boo!
I do like having a long, cold winter, though. It means the big bugs die off and we have fewer of them here in Michigan than other warmer places (like Las Vegas, where I was horrified by giant cockroaches all year long!). So at least there’s that. And it makes me appreciate my at home workouts all the more, because I don’t have to leave my house to stick to my fitness plan.
Doesn’t anyone else hate the snow like I do? Maybe I’ll get over it someday, or maybe I’ll at least be less bitter about it. I’ll at least try to look at the positive side of things, like smaller bugs and my pretty snow boots. Here’s all the lyrics to the song by Irving Berlin in White Christmas if you want to see them (you’ll probably sing them to yourself. You’re welcome.).
It won’t be long before we’ll all be there with snow
I want to wash my hands, my face and hair with snow
I long to clear a path and lift a spade of snow
Oh, to see a great big man entirely made of snow
Where it’s snowing
All winter through
That’s where I want to be
That’s what I’ll do
How I’m longing to ski
Those glist’ning houses that seem to be built of snow
Oh, to see a mountain covered with a quilt of snow
What is Christmas with no snow
No white Christmas with no snow
I’ll soon be there with snow
I’ll wash my hair with snow
And with a spade of snow
I’ll build a man that’s made of snow
I’d love to stay up with you but I recommend a little shuteye
Go to sleep