MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ME… IT’S SNOWING!

My first day off on my Christmas break, and I was sleeping in… all nice and toasty. It was about 10:15 and I heard my roommate leave to go to work. I got up to go to the bathroom and there’s this knocking on my bedroom door…

“SHARON, IT IS SNOWING!” And then she left for work.

I put on my bathrobe (it’s cold downstairs) and checked out my roomie’s weather report. There were a few flakes drifting down (when I say few, I mean like four or five at a time, but they were distincly snow, not sleet or ice). Yes, I enjoyed the intermittent flakes and they melted as soon as they hit the ground. My roommate called from her car, gleeful about every flake that hit her windshield (and we’re talking maybe six flakes), BUT…

I wrapped my fern two night ago in a towel to protect it from the below freezing temps and when the flakes hit the towel, they stuck to it!

So, it may only be a few flakes, but it’s SNOW! In Houston. On Christmas Eve.

I curled up with a cup of coffee downstairs and watched the intermittent flake or two fall, thinking, “Merry Christmas to me, there’s snow on my fern!”

I said a little prayer and thanked God for my snowflakes. I was still in my bathrobe and was about to come upstairs and take a shower when I heard someone screaming outside, “Merry Christmas! WOO HOO!”

I looked out the window again and it was SNOWING. MAJOR FLAKAGE. It accumulated on the ground for a few minutes and on hoods of cars. I grabbed my camera and ran around outside and I was having so much fun!

The girl across the way (she looked about college age) was screaming and pointing at me, “She doesn’t think I’m crazy!” and then I realized…

I’m running around outside in my bathrobe.

So, I dashed back in the house, put on some pants and a flannel shirt and ran back outside with my camera. I hope the shots turn out because it’s the only evidence I have it snowed. In Houston. On Christmas Eve.

Then I took my tiny snowman cupcake topper (you know, a head with a stick on it to decorate cupcakes) and put him in the folds of my towel that’s wrapped around my fern. Snow accumulated around him and didn’t melt, so technically, I made myself a snowman.

In Houston. On Christmas Eve.

With all I’ve been going through lately, I know it’s nuts that something that simple just totally lifted a weight off my shoulders this morning, but it did.

Amazing how the moment after I was thankful for what little snow I did get to see, the sky opened up. It was a reminder that no matter how bad things get, even if I’m not thankful, God will continue to remind me of His faithfulness even if I’m not looking.

I would still like to see “real” snowman pictures, though so if you’re snowed in somewhere and you have kids, send them outdoors on their yearly mission of mercy to make me a snowman! (don’t forget to take a picture and send it to me!)

Ah, merry Christmas to me!

Snow. In Houston. On Christmas Eve… a miracle indeed!

One Comment Add yours

  1. Anonymous says:

    It’s too freaking cold to build a snowman! Oh, and who has time after spending three hours shoveling out the driveway and deck? But, if it ever warms up, we will happily build a snowman and make him pose for some Polaroids. –TLK

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