There's something magical about waking up on Christmas morning and there's snow on the ground.
Unless you're the guy who has to go out and shovel it.
I blame this whole thing on Bing Crosby and that White Christmas song (run along, kiddies—grownup talk here).
[Disclosure: I am not going to mention the forecast for where I am, because I don't want to jinx it.]
[Also disclosure: I belonged to the Weather Forecasting Club one year in high school, so weather nerd are (or were, at least) us.]
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