Someone wished for a white Christmas. And got it.
Mom moved to Oregon to get away from the dismal cold and nasty slippery snow in the winter. So now, we have our annual moment of frozen dead rain falling from the skies.
She wants to find that person and hurt them.
Me? I like it. Penny and I would watch it come down and just snuggle, maybe make a fire in the drafty fireplace that didn't actually heat the room.