As a kid I hated the term ‘green Christmas’.  Growing up in Utah, our Christmas was never green (heck, our summers worked pretty hard to pull off green!), instead Christmas without fresh snow would be a brown, mucky mush of left-over October snow and biting winds.  The years when it snowed on Christmas Eve, or thereabouts, were my favorite Christmases, regardless of the gifts I recieved.

When we moved east to Va my sentiment was pretty much the same.  It was still cold, even if it didn’t snow, and I drove my friends and family crazy with my mournful renditions of White Christmas.

Now we live in NC, and it seems that the tiny shift south is just enough to paint christmas green instead of brown or white.  Today we had a high of 81, and tomorrow the kids are wearing shorts to school.  My hubby and I took a walk and enjoyed the sunshine, then finished off the splurge in Summer-december fun with an ice cream cone.

It won’t be a constant, of course, but throughout the winter we’ll have sudden, golorious gifts of warm days like this.  It brings new meaning to the concept of a green Christmas, a kind of green Christmas I can embrace whole-heartedly.

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