Dreaming of a White Christmas...

Forecasts can be very deceptive. I notice the snowflakes across Wednesday’s weather forecast on my Google homepage. The mere hint of snow teases us bewitchingly as we face yet another blindingly blue desert sky Tuesday morning. Yet the icy chill of winter’s breath haunts us with tantalizing sighs of the near-locally-foreign substance. It’s been Abby’s wish for Christmas for a week now. We’re ready, if the chance presents itself, to don snow boots and parkas in the wicked-early hours of the morning in a last-ditch endeavor to grant her seemingly impossible wish.

And then, just like that, the impish defrauding is over; the dawn of a Wednesday morning sky is suddenly filled with a brilliantly gray-white haze, and Eric kisses my cheek to wake me from an early morning dream, whispering softly, “It’s snowing.”