For the first time since before I can remember, Dallas has celebrated the holiday season in true fashion...with a glistening, gleaming White Christmas. Yep, you heard it folks...3-plus non-consecutive days of snow, including a rare Christmas Day appearance. And after 14 months of perpetual summer in Nigeria and Singapore, the white-dusted December was a real treat.
Snow in Dallas is not a novelty by any means, but it is a rarity. Several years may pass without the precipitous winter wonder making an appearance. As such, it's never expected but overwhelmingly appreciated. Children will yell out in class when snow starts to fall; co-workers will stop work, debating the likelihood of accumulation; and people actually pause to glimpse the wet flakes before they kiss the warm Texas ground.
Dallasites know to watch keenly for its silent procession. It marches softly in, the rain stepping softer on your roof. It approaches with the silent sloth of a bell-less steer and the rain-turned-snow falls long and slow like the twang of a Texas drawl. It retreats just as clandestinely, turning back to rain, and washes away the powdery evidence that it had once touched surface.
Though not a necessity for the holiday season, Christmas snow in Dallas is always welcomed, genuinely appreciated, and never taken for granted.
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You are such a good writer. Did you go to school to learn to write so picturesquely.......even if I did'nt know what snow is, I could easily picture it, imagine it and enjoy the fantasy. You perfectly and imaginatively bring the fantasy alive.
ReplyDeleteSarah....one of my favorite moments when you were home over the holidays was the morning of the first snow....I didn't have any appointments until 9, so I sat at the dining room table with you and watched the curtain of big sloppy snowflakes with you and a cup of coffee
ReplyDeleteWell, technically journalism school taught me to write. Though any "good writing skills" I've acquired over the years I have to give credit where credit is due. As an editor I read, re-read, and read again the brilliant work of others.
ReplyDeleteI loved watching the snow fall, too, mom. It's much nicer to watch it someplace where it's a rarity.=)