You're right about the song, Jeff. I can barely remember any white Christmases that we've had, and it's not like you go out and do anything with the snow, you're busy opening gifts and visiting with each ohther.
Thanks for not "clipping" me, Chuck.
If I knew where to look, it might be interesting to know exactly how many "white Christmases" my home town has had since weather records began to be kept.
I will admit to remembering
one "white Christmas" when I was a child, when there was so much fresh snow we walked to church on Christmas Eve in the traffic ruts in the street because nobody had yet shoveled their sidewalks--but that's the
only Christmas that might fit the song, and I don't dream about a Christmas like that one. I was a little boy then, and you can't go back.
If I have any dream about Christmas now, it's being able to be in several places at once, so that I could share Christmas with "family of choice" as well as "family of birth."