When I was growing up, Christmas wasn't always white. But it was, without fail, bitterly cold. We might have stepped outside long enough for a photo op, but mostly it was playing with cousins inside and admiring our new hats, gloves, scarves, long underwear, fuzzy socks, electric blankets, seven-hour hand-warmers (please, I only wish they had existed then), and earmuffs.
Which is why it was such a shock to move to California. No, it's not beach-friendly all year. But after my first winter here, I realized I hadn't experienced any of the usual winter woes: frozen tears, chapped nose, flaky scalp, lizardy skin.
Of course, I also missed any chance at a White Christmas. People here freak out at a flurry, shiver when it's 50 degrees, and truck snow into the middle of town for one-day sledding events. (See photo to the left.)
If you're shivering your way through the holiday season, maybe it would amuse you to see how Christmas looks in warmer climates. Like, for instance ...
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