The first snow of the winter season in Houston fell last Friday (a city record so they say). I say first as if it were a regular occurrence here. Facebook updates that evening were all a buzz to talk about the “snow” and how everyone enjoyed the wintery flakes that had miraculously graced us with their presence. And then there were those Debbie Downers from the North (yes, I’m guilty of this) who laughed and poked at how silly all this media attention was for a “snow” that really wasn’t.
Okay, okay…sometimes we northerners forget that Texans don’t experience a phenomenon like “snow” every season; that it may as well be like rain to the nomads who roam the Sahara. And on behalf of all the snobby Yanks, I apologize for taking away your fun.
In reality, it really was a beautiful sight. On my way home, I noticed kids and adults alike, sliding down a huge hill off the side of the freeway (not the safest place for holiday fun). But on the hill were last remnants of the white stuff as the fading sun melted away the rest. I’m sure it got everyone in the Christmas spirit and that’s never a bad thing.
