No complaints from the natives. . .
Without it, the holidays are bleak; the low pressure that bears down on our hemispheric weather systems depresses us.
And let's be frank - brown dirt is not as pretty as wet and white snow covered ground.
Snow makes a difference.
When I was a child, I began each year at this time to pray for snow.
In those days I believed that a white Christmas had the power to save the world.
"Where the tree tops glisten and children listen to hear sleigh bells in the snow."
I wanted to be one of those children. If the tree tops glistened, I'd trouble myself to be one of the listening gang of silly youngsters.
But if the treetops were naked, black and brown with the December death all around me, my spirits were bleak.
Snow made a difference then - and it makes a difference today.
I only complain when i am the only one who moves it off my walks and driveway.
But that's another topic, isn't it?