A Southern White Christmas

Let me begin by acknowledging that I'm well aware of the fact that I have readers in the Wisconsin, Colorado, and Michigan areas-- places where snow is about as rare as Starbucks or McDonalds. And really, while I've called North Carolina home for seven years now, I'm originally from the Northern Virginia area, right on the border of Maryland and DC (read: I also saw a decent amount of snow growing up).

Still, after living in the south for the better part of a decade, snow becomes exciting all over again. If so much as a flurry falls from the sky, the entire population of the state parades to the grocery store to stock up on milk and bread- just in case we're going to be barricaded inside for weeks due to 2 inches of snow. Schools announce their cancellations days in advance.

And when we find out that we're going to experience our first white Christmas since, like, 1947?! Well, it's hard not to get caught up in the anticipation.

And so, when we woke up to several inches of snow on Sunday morning, I layered Camden's clothes (he has no real snow clothes-- hey, it's the south!) & headed outside to watch him experience his first big snow.

Alright, I'm ready to go! Let me see this snow you speak of.



This is what all the hype was about?! I'm not so sure how I feel about it.



On second thought, I think I love it.



Yes, a white Christmas is so rare in the south that we were nerdy enough to run outside and take a picture of our house with a snowy lawn.