By Joan Whetzel
There’s
a Christmas song I’m sure all of us has heard called “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas.”
Naturally here in Houston, none of us expects this to occur. It takes a meteorological
miracle of astronomical proportions for precipitation to turn to snow down
here. It doesn’t snow here. It rains. The las time a little snow dusted the
ground was 8 years ago. Before that, I can’t remember I think my kids were 2
and 6, so we’re talking somewhere around 1989 --- maybe.
Well
this week, one of those meteorological magicians dumped some snow on us. We got
2 inches in our yard, and on our cars, and Christmas yard ornaments. Well, it
darned near shut down the city. But the ground was so warm that the streets
didn’t freeze except a few Highway overpasses. And the schools had missed so
much school because of Hurricane Harvey in August and September, that the
schools didn’t close. Only a few started late.
Well,
I got another Christmas miracle on the same day the snow came. The job I’ve
been looking for – for 6 months – finally came through. I start on Monday. They
pay weekly so my first paycheck comes Friday December 22nd. I’m dreaming
of a Green Christmas now. I asked my prayer warrior mom if she needed knee
surgery after all that. She says, “No! I do all my praying from my Easy Chair
these days. HE knows my knees aren’t made for kneeling anymore.”
