White Christmas

I LOVE a white Christmas. In fact, I am one of those that has a difficult time finding the Christmas spirit if the temperature is above 30 degrees, and the grass is green. So, I was very happy when the forecast called for a winter storm to hit on Friday that would bring us a white Christmas. So, it started to snow. And the wind began to blow. And the thermometer plummeted. And the snow blowers hummed. And I smiled.

Then it kept snowing. And the snow blowers hummed again. And I smirked.

And then it snowed some more. And my neighbors borrowed my snow blower so that they could enjoy the hum. And the wind chill went into the negative. And I lost my smirk.

And it is still snowing. And my arms hurt, and the gas can is empty. And I am now tired and frowning, and sick of looking at the pile of my wet clothes by the front door. So, to that I say...ENOUGH ALREADY! Even the lovers of white Christmas have their limits.