I have lived all 35 of my years in Limestone County/Athens, Alabama. I never remember having snow on Christmas. The most we hope for around here is a wet Christmas, but never a white Christmas. Really, for most of us around here, “just like the ones I used to know,” is simply a bald-faced lie.
Well in outright protest against history, we awoke this morning to this:
We Southerners hardly know what to do with ourselves.
(Update: Evidently I have forgotten that we had snow on Christmas in 1989. Nevertheless, it was nothing like this.)