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November 22, 2010 - Erin O'Neill
I don't know about you, faithful reader, but I think there is something a little off about this weather. Call me crazy, but isn't it supposed to be in the 20s or 30s right about now, instead of the 70s?
Now I don't want to get into a debate about global warming or climate change and whether it exists or is a figment of Al Gore's imagination. Think what you will. That isn't the purpose of this particular blog.
No, I'm using this blog, instead, to talk about how the weather affects my grinchiness. Sure 70 degrees is great for being outside, hanging up holiday decorations and such. But I'm a traditionalist. I enjoy Jack Frost nipping at my nose when there are only 32 days left until Christmas.
I want to hold little mitten-covered hands and sip hot cocoa at the kitchen table to warm up after a trek outside to Christmas shop in the cold. I don't want the air conditioner running full blast in the car!
And would a little dusting of snow in the trees be too much to ask?
Perhaps I am not looking deep enough into the meaning of the season. It seems there are some folks who would be just fine opening gifts and singing Jingle Bells on a beach somewhere in 80-degree temps!
But not me.
Give me a White Christmas over Mele Kalikimaka any day.
I'm sure I will live to regret this rant come mid-January when the kids are off for the third day in a row because of six inches of snow.
But for now, I need a little Christmas.
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