|Yes, the outlook is bleak.|
Now let's talk about Australia. Or Brazil. It's SUMMER there during Christmas. I knew a gal in college who spent a large chunk of her childhood in Australia, and she told me that they still sung carols about snow and winter in December. I find that sad. Maybe you Aussies need to put down the lagers and vegemite and come up with your own carols? I'm sure you can work a jolly kangaroo into it while you're at it.
As for me, I've never wished for a white Christmas. I guess I sorta got one last year, the first year I spent Christmas away from Georgia. I was in Michigan/Indiana with B, and yes, there was snow on the ground. I might've taken a picture, but it just looked like slush to me. All I remember is that I was cold. (I'm always cold.) It snowed a few days later while we were still there, and I built a snowman. By myself. After I finished my pitiful snow creation, I ran back inside and stole my husband's wool socks.
If I had to wish for a certain weather on Christmas, I'd wish for a repeat of what we enjoyed on Thanksgiving Day in Lawrenceville, Georgia. It was sunny, about 75 all day, and the most perfect day for a stroll/picnic/game of disc golf in the park. I would also wish for the nights to only get down to about 60 so I could wear my adorably cute teal trench coat to Midnight Mass. (I have an issue with my winter coats: the 'formal' one doesn't keep me warm and it's too big, and the one that keeps me warm isn't very formal. But my trench coat is just plain gorgeous, and I get compliments on it every time I leave the house.)
I don't know, maybe I'm a freak--a freak who is determined to never shovel an inch of snow in her entire life. I bet there are a lot of homeless people out there who share my disdain for snow and cold weather, so let's not forget them this year.
All that being said, I told B that I would "seriously crap my pants" if we see any semblance of a white Christmas in Georgia this year. And he'll have to clean it up.
Do you dream of a white Christmas?