no-snow depression

I'm generally a fan of Christmas.  I do shy away a little bit, and frown upon the general over-indulgence and over-excitement of those around me, but I like Christmas.  This year however I haven't really warmed up to the idea.  I was gladly turned the holiday switch after thanksgiving buying a tree, putting up lights, and preparing for (hopefully) a great Christmas season.

Then days turned into weeks, Christmas was still weeks away, and I was getting pretty grinchy.  I had to go shopping once or twice and was annoyed by the crowds.  I've been out at night, several times, but I haven't wanted to see any Christmas lights.  Talk of going to Temple Square bored me, and the holidays seemed further away than ever.

Then today happened.  I went outside to my car and my spirits lifted.  SNOW!  It had snowed a light dusting durring the night, and everything seemed Chistmas-y in an instant.  Then as I worked through the morning I kept an eye outside and watched as the snow-flurrys kept coming and coming.  My jubilation at the beautiful weather made me realize, I need snow to make my Christmas complete.

Well if I ever live in Texas then I guess I might just skip Christmas, but for now, I am fully happy to welcome the real winter and the real Christmas.