“Walking in a winter wonderland…” Every year at Christmas time, this classic song has a way of making Northern Hemisphere dwellers slip into nostalgic myopia. After all, what could be more romantic than a fresh snowfall for the big holiday?
Being a hopeless romantic myself, when I began traveling I would still pine for snow during the holiday season. Hmm. The classic White Christmas. I miss it. Even in places that never have snow, a white Christmas seems to be the eternal dreamy ideal. I’ve seen fake snow sprayed on many a shop window around the equator. Yes, it’s the big dream.
The reality? I loved snow during my childhood winters. Skating, tobogganing, building ice forts, snow ball fights – winter was my favorite season. It was fun. As an adult, not so much!
Adults are the ones who shovel snow and scrape ice and commute bad roads to and from work, day after day after grueling miserable freezing day. Winter can surely be a grind. That’s why I feel deep empathy right now for my friends Up North. Much to their chagrin, winter is setting in early (again) this year.
Oh yes, I will grant you there were days when a fresh powdery snow would cover the tree branches so magically, it would take my breath away. And all that horrible shoveling and winter driving would almost all seem worth it.
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Wonderland | Winter dream © Susan L Hart