Go away, snow!
I hope it doesn’t snow this weekend. I KNOW! Shocking, coming from me.
It is no great secret that I love the snow. It fills me with such joy and anticipation, I feel happy and alive, like I’m ten years old again. And there are certain rituals one must perform when there’s snow in the forecast.
To bring on the snow, you must drink hot cocoa. I make mine from scratch, with unsweetened cocoa, sugar, milk, and a dash of salt. Marshmallows are a bonus. There is also a snow dance which may be performed. Any little edge that we can get down here in NC to bring on the snow is helpful.
This Friday night, the chance of snow is about 90 percent. But this weekend is my father’s birthday, and my father HATES the snow. Haaaaaaaates. Ever since an incident as a young man in the Air Force up in Alaska, the thought of the wintry weather has filled him with dread. And while I love the snow, it goes without saying that I love my father more. And snow on his birthday would be the worst birthday present ever.
And so for the next four days, I will forego the cocoa. I will hide the marshmallows. I will keep my happy feet planted firmly on the ground. This I do for my wonderful, sweet dad.
Come Monday, though, all bets are off.