Last year I was working for a company that moved me to Cincinnati (ok, actually Northern Kentucky). It SNOWED!
I am a native Floridian and lived in the South all my life. Everyone kept saying how it really seemed like Christmas 'cos of the snow and the cold. But Christmas to me meant a new surfboard or catamaran and everybody headed to the beach after dinner to walk off the food and hunt shells.
When I moved to Cincinnati (refered to by me as "the bad place") I stayed miserable. The only good thing that came out of all that is my Rose who I adopted there.
Christmas morning my friend from Texas and I were standing at my sliding glass door looking out at the back of my apartments. We saw all these little tire tracks in the snow and we were discussing over whether one of my neighbors had gotten a big tv or something and they had used one of those little trucks to get it to the door. We were laughing because it looked like they kept having to back up and down the hill, wondering what doofus couldn't drive when my friend from Chicago walked up behind us, took one look at the tracks in the snow and said "Kids get sleds for Christmas"...
boy did we feel dumb.
If you're interested I wrote down some thoughts...http://www.angelfire.com/ga2/hedgewy...rdaytoday.html