Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow!

I live in the south. We get one snowfall per year, if lucky. Ice storms are more our thing. A few years ago, we had no electricity for an entire week due to an ice storm. We were camping in our kitchen by the stove. So I cracked up last night when Jen txt'd me: "Do you see any snow yet?" It's only Dec. 8! NO, I don't see snow. And you don't either, go back to bed!
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But I grew up in upstate New York and they have snow. All. Winter. Long. Here's my house back in the day:
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I used to circle that lampost, waiting for the bus to bring my sister back home from school. We used to drop water balloons from those upper windows when Halloween tricksters would soap the garage windows below.
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But the snow. Throwing our dinner plates in the sink, most nights we'd run out the back door, out to the field and jump on the snowmobiles with our cousins. We might light a bonfire and ice skate around the pond or snowmobile around the field. Wasn't it Billy Wheelock one time who fell through the ice? One time the snowbanks were so high Chris Stankus dove into them headfirst. Another time I smacked Chris Brom in the head with an icicle and landed him a few stitches, ooo, I was tore-up mad about something.

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Remember gingerly high-stepping through someone else's footprints in the deep snow? Sledding down Stankus' back hill and the jump we made at the bottom? The icy burn of ankles with snow packed in your boot tops? The way snow flying into your windshield as you drove looked like the shape of a trumpet horn?
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So, Yes, Jen, I have seen snow, just not right now. Remember last year's snowfall in SC? It was a big'un. Here's how SC Rednecks celebrate a good snowfall:
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