Yesterday, I decided, would be my “final” grocery shopping day before Christmas. I planned it half jokingly as I’m notorious for forgetting an ingredient (or ten.) But with lots of enthusiasm and effort, I put together a list the night before. When I woke up to a cold rain every part of me wanted to postpone the shopping trip. However, it was also my son’s last day of preschool prior to the break. Not having to take my 4-year old to the store, trumps weather any day. So off I went.
I should mention that I had my daughter in tow as she already finished up school for the year. It’s also worth noting that my girl is crazy about snow. Not just like excited, but truly obsessed. When the temperature dips below 50, she starts talking about snowmen.
When we arrived at Costco the temperature was hovering around 38 and the rain hadn’t stopped. Mary Grace continued badgering me about the likelihood of snow. Now, I realize there’s always a chance, but with today’s technology I pretty much knew it wasn’t going to happen. Tired of repeating myself, I focused on my list and let her babble. Of course, once inside Costco we had no access to the weather since the warehouse doesn’t contain a single window.
As we strolled up and down the isles she kept asking if I thought the rain turned to snow. About halfway through I noticed that Mary Grace was starting to get people’s attention. The murmur of snow was drifting in conversation around us. Before I knew it, a rumor was started. And milk, bread and eggs made their way into almost everyone’s cart in anticipation of the possible snow! (You’re welcome Costco!)
Finding the situation humorous, I finally made my way to checkout only to have Mary Grace drop a bomb on me. “I think next year I’m going to ask Santa for snow.”
She continued “Do you think Santa can talk to God about making it snow if that’s what someone asks for?” I began to sweat as I unloaded my cart onto the conveyer belt. Overwhelmed with relief when she changed the subject, I thought she’d likely forget.
But then we picked her brother up from school, and guess what were the FIRST words out of her mouth? “Miller, I’ve decided that next year we’re going to ask Santa for snow!” Great.
I’ve decided one of two things can happen.
- An absolute miracle and it snows in Charlotte on Christmas (which has really only happened 4 times in the history of weather.)
- Santa brings our family a trip to snow.
When I thought it out like that, suddenly the situation didn’t seem so impossible or horrible. In fact, I kind of LOVE the idea! Obviously, I have a TON of time to plan…where should we go to see snow around Christmas next year? Now I just have to keep my fingers crossed she doesn’t edit her Santa list!