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I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas

Along with White Christmas’s come snowplows and travel headaches









So Many White Christmas’s

I presently reside in Salt Lake City, where according to the local media, this place at the edge of the Wasatch Mountains, has experienced 7 out of the last 8 Christmas’s with snow. Of all American cities, this Utah city, along with Spokane, Washington, ranks as one of the two top prospects for experiencing a White Christmas. Hooray…Hooray…Hooray everybody loves a White Christmas.

This Year’s Dilemma

On Christmas Eve 2018 (just a few days ago) the weather forecasters predicted snow for Christmas Day. Hooray!!! Another White Christmas. However, when I awoke on Christmas Day, it was drizzling not snowing. (Those weather people were wrong again). The light rain continued all day long and then after night arrived, a funny thing happened. The rain turned to snow and the snow continued all night long leaving us with a five inch snow cover for Boxing Day (December 26). Alas another White Christmas.

Is It Really a White Christmas?

My question is, can this really be considered a White Christmas, especially since the majority of the white stuff did not come down till after the midnight hour. As you can well see, this is a very important question, since Salt Lake City is running neck and neck with Spokane as the White Christmas capital of America. My guess is that since a measurable amount of snow (about one inch) did fall within the 24 hour period, it will officially be declared a White Christmas. Yet, there is still the valid argument that since only rain fell during Christmas daytime hours, this cannot considered a White Christmas.

White Christmas by the Drifters


Irving Berlin’s Left Out Verse

And while we’re on the topic of White Christmas, it might be fun to look out the opening verse that got left out of the most popular song ever, when Bing Crosby first recorded the sweet tune back in the 40s. Nothing earth shaking here just a nifty insight to what Mr. Berlin was thinking when he wrote the song.

The sun is shining, the grass is green,
The orange and palm trees sway.
There’s never been such a day
in Beverly Hills, L.A.
But it’s December the twenty-fourth,—
And I am longing to be up North


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