Warm Christmases

The first Christmas ( 1971) we lived in Provo, UT, my children got up on Christmas morning, opened their presents, ate aebelskivers, and went outside to play with their new things. In about 2 minutes they were back inside because it was COLD out there and there was a lot of snow and ice all around. It had snowed on Haloween that year and had done so off and on and been really cold ever since. Remember we were just up from San Diego, and all four of them (Amy, Eric, Jennie and Scott) sat on the couch sadly looking at their presents that they couldn't take outside to play with. One of them (I have forgotten who) said, "It's not supposed to be cold on Christmas--it's not supposed to snow!". I told them to hold that thought and that I agreed with them, but there it was. They decided that White Christmases were unfair. yep