Nope, not a White Christmas…

We live in the Colorado Desert, part of the Sonoran Desert extending southeast from California to northern Mexico. The Colorado Desert is the lowest, hottest, most arid region of the Sonoran Desert. Wishing for snow is non-negotiable unless hell freezes over. By definition, a desert receives less than 6 inches of rain per year. The desert in Southern California barely receives 4 inches per year. 😳

So, taking liberties with Irving Berlin’s bestselling “White Christmas” song, please bear with my desert adaptation set to the tune of his iconic holiday classic:

I’m dreaming of some rain on Christmas,

So that flowers bloom and grow.

And later in the Spring,

The blossoms shall bring,

Colors delightful to show…

I’m dreaming of some rain on Christmas,

With every week that passes by.

May the mountains be snowy and white,

And melt down to make the desert bright.

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And then… what to my wondering eyes did appear?
A sudden rush of dark clouds, And 8 raindrops right here!

Ah, every raindrop has 15 minutes of fame, to paraphrase Andy Warhol… Not long after Jeff and I did our happy dance, the sky’s canvas brightened into a muted sunset.

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Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! Whatever you prefer… I realize I say Merry Christmas but I really mean Happy Solstice that we celebrate. Somehow this whole year had been a winter solstice hanging over our heads. But, for now, let’s be children again and look forward to bright surprises dropped down the chimney or brought by Hanukkah fairies or shared on Zoom calls with our families.

Lots of Love to All, and to All a Goodnight!