I love the old-school Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer movie. It’s the sort of claymation one with Herby the elf that wanted to be a dentist and Yukon Cornelius. (I happen to think that Yukon has some of the best lines in that movie – “[linking his ice pick] Nuttin’,” and “Bumbles bounce.” I’m talking Oscar-worthy acting, people.) Well there’s the point of the movie when the snowman narrator says, “Two days before Christmas IT HIT,” when he talks about the reason Santa was going to need ol’ Rudolph.
Usually that’s what happens for us – it will hit. We’ll go to be and wake up to snowfall measured in feet. Schools will close. Kids will be happy. Parents call off work or scramble to find some place for the kids to go for the day.
Except this year. We had maybe two snowstorms of any magnitude and those happened on weekends and accumulations melted the next day.
Then we had a balmy March – The Hottest March on Record! proclaimed the paper – and we put away the winter gear and pulled out the shorts.
It’s like we get amnesia every year and forget that we live in a place where it can snow in May.
So, we shouldn’t have been surprised that the forecast called for snow last night.
Mother Nature certainly can be cruel at times.
Still, we tried to make the best of the situation while waiting for the bus…
Our first, and hopefully last, snowman of the season.
May he melt by this afternoon. Please.