Winter Blogfest: Debra Doggett

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Christmas Snow

Growing up in south Louisiana, Christmas didn’t mean snow. Sometimes it meant shorts instead. Having those white flakes come down on Christmas Day remained a dream of mine while I was growing up. I remember going to visit family in Kentucky and walking out into the gentle fall of snowflakes, giving the night sky a soft glow. To my little girl’s heart it was magical.

As an adult, I couldn’t help holding on to the dream. Becoming a parent added fuel to the fire, so my husband and I decided we must move north. He grew up in Louisiana as well and we wanted seasons, particularly winter. Our first white Christmas found us snuggled in the house with our girls, enjoying the picture-perfect holiday. Years passed, however, and we noticed something that hadn’t occurred to us. Snow comes for a season, not a day. That beautiful blanket of snowflakes had a bad habit of staying around, for weeks, and sometimes months. It can also come in large quantities. My image of a snow-covered yard never took into account that in certain places the stuff tended to pile up in feet, not inches.

Our warm Louisiana hearts began to struggle under the weight of it. Our non-snow driving skills paled as well, leaving us with a learning curve most of the other drivers didn’t seem to have. Driving in snow isn’t for sissies. It wasn’t until I moved to Colorado that my dream took a beating from which it couldn’t recover. I walked out to go to work one morning and found not only a blanket of white, but my tires had frozen to the road. You see, snow melts, then refreezes. Ice is not always a friend. I decided not long after that there were other holiday traditions that were much more fun. Luminarias for one. Now I watch these beautiful little lights against at most a dusting of snow from my New Mexico home. Sometimes a dream needs to be scaled back to enjoy.

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About the Author:I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember. Being a writer is more than something I do. It is the way I see the world, the way I process it. I believe in the power of stories. They make us smile, make us think and give us untold moments of enjoyment. My stories come from the landscape around me and the worlds I build in my head. I am proud to be a storyteller, and I hope my work leaves you both satisfied and entertained.

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Comments

  1. Unlike you, I grew up in the snow. LOVED me some December snow, because to me, that sang Christmas. (However, hated snow in January, and February, and March and April…) Learned properly how to drive in the snow, how to recognise black ice and to never think that a “light dusting of snow” was a safe surface.

    Then I moved to Australia where Christmas is in the middle of summer.

    Summer wasn’t Christmas! One did not go to the beach in December. Only, in Australia, that’s exactly what you do.

    I worried that my daughters would miss out on the seasonal cues with which I grew up.

    Then a few years ago we had a hot snap in October. The daughters got all excited and pulled out their shorts and demanded to go to the beach. I couldn’t figure out why they were so excited by this hot weather until one of them declared, “But Mum, it feels like Christmas!”

    • Debra Doggett says:

      Lol, it’s funny how we adapt to what we know. Hope they enjoyed their time at the beach during the “Christmas” weather.

  2. This conversation is so interesting.

    I grew up in some fairly snowy places. I love the look of snow, but I sure don’t like traveling in it. This has never been something that has made me want to move to a warmer climate, though. I kind of just accept winter weather the way it is (unless it stretches too far into March and I feel like spring will never arrive! :D)

    • Debra Doggett says:

      I think that was a large part of what made me lose my fascination with snow. I was living, and driving, in the mountains across snowy, icy roads for four months. I hate driving in it.

  3. Have always lived where there is snow, but where we live now, we tend to experience more ice, than snow, much rather deal with the snow.

  4. Have always lived where there is snow and some ice all my life. Enjoy the snow not so much the ice.

  5. I grew up in Florida and HATED the heat. You might say the sun is my nemesis. I longed for snow and four real seasons. At the first opportunity, I got the heck out of Dodge and lived in colder places that gave me the seasons and cold I craved. Now I live in Massachusetts, and although there won’t be a white Christmas, my family and I are hoping for a very white winter!

  6. Hi Debra, Excellent post! I especially love this…”Sometimes a dream needs to be scaled back to enjoy.”

    I grew up in northern Ontario where it could snow anytime from October to April and often leave great accumulations. And sometimes the temperatures dipped to -40 degrees! I live in southern Ontario now…slightly less snow but still wintery!

    • Debra Doggett says:

      I have to say those first few years of snow were delightful. It was the ice and cold that did me in. Ontario sounds beautiful. I’d love to visit. I still get winter here in Albuquerque, but snow is usually not heavy, if it comes at all. That’s fine with me, lol.

  7. I grew up in Atlanta… so we occasionally had a White Christmas (or a Blizzard of ’93). Moving to Northwest NM took away most of the rain but added a bit more snow… visiting my sister in Alaska gave me quite a bit more. For two weeks I was slipping and sliding while walking her corgi… or going the two blocks into town because it was just that small a place. Maybe I’m still in the honeymoon phase with deep snows, but I still like it. So long as I have internet, firewood, caffeine, and whiskey (preferably with limes and salsa, as well), I’m golden.

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