If you did not get what you hoped for under the Christmas tree this year, perhaps you did when you looked out your window Saturday night.
As a transplant from Chicago, it has been more than six years since I have seen it snow on Christmas. That seems like a nano-second compared to local folks who have been waiting since 1947 to see snow on Christmas.
I watched the winter storm warnings on TV in the days leading up to Christmas.
On Christmas Eve, I found myself at the store picking up some last minute stocking stuffers.
As I strolled the aisles I was taken aback by the barren state of the grocery items. There was not one single carton of eggs. The milk supply had dwindled down to small jugs of whole milk. The orange juice case was empty and the bread aisle boasted only the most dense and fiber laden cardboard tasting loaves.
What I have learned after living in the Carolinas for the past six years is that weather warnings will often be broadcast as the worst-case scenario. That can leave us with false hope.
However, as Christmas Day wore on and there was no sign of precipitation I started to lose hope. As I drove to my friends' for Christmas dinner, it started to rain. Soon the rain looked more like small ice pellets. As I approached my friends' house the ice started to look like flakes of snow.
By the time dinner was over there was a two-inch layer of snow on the ground. I went to bed Christmas Day hoping the snow would be never-ending. When I awoke the next day the blanket of white made everything beautiful.
The first white Christmas in Charlotte in 63 years - though it came late -- was magical. I just hope we do not have to wait another 63 years for another one.
I doubt I can wait that long.