We don't see snow in the San Francisco Bay Area. If we want this kind of weather, we have to drive to the Mountains. Truthfully, I don't miss ice and snow, and I'm thankful that Robb didn't have to learn to walk on icy sidewalks, after his spinal cord injury. Walking zero-miles-an-hour in the rain was miserable enough. At least he didn't risk slipping and falling when his body was knitting itself back together.
I think it is really funny how the "traditional" images of Christmas have more to do with the climate of Northern Europe than the climate of the actual birthplace of Jesus. Snowflakes and holly in the Holy Land, anyone? People I've talked to who have lived in the Southern Hemisphere have told me about hanging up the reindeer-and-snowmen decorations in the middle of their summer, and celebrating Christmas with a barbeque.
But what I really want to know is this.
If the President (or President-Elect) of the United States gets in a brutal snowball fight, are the members of his Secret Service entourage trained to dive in the path of oncoming snowy projectiles, and "take a snowball" for him?