I could probably count on the fingers of one hand the number of "white Christmases" that I've experienced in my 59 years.
I dream of a brownish-greenish Christmas. That is, a Christmas without snow, which I am pretty sure I have never seen. I remember at least a couple of years where it came close, but there was always at least an inch or two on the ground by Dec. 25. And sometimes much more than that. I'm not a big fan of winter or snow, so I would be happy with a Christmas of color.
Of course, I've lived in other places over the Christmas
season that were slightly less white than Minneapolis. In New Orleans, I loved doing my shopping in a T-shirt, walking around the French Quarter, sipping a Hurricane from Pat O'Briens' takeout window.
But since my then-husband and I both have/had family in Minneapolis, we always came back here for the actual holiday.