There’s so much to love about San Antonio. Breakfast tacos. So many sunny days. Fiesta. Bilingualism. That “big yet not too big” feel. One of the things I don’t love about San Antonio: no snow at Christmas. For one, I grew up with snow at Christmas. For me, snow = Christmas. For another, since I moved to San Antonio, I realized how many Christmas stories and songs feature snow. Let it Snow, I’m dreaming of a White Christmas, Jingle Bells, Frosty, and on and on and on… Seems petty, but it makes me homesick.
Today I decided to take my boys to the Zoo Lights. In the car on the way there, snow was a topic of conversation.
C: “Santa comes, only when it snows, right?”
Me: “No, Santa comes on Christmas, no matter what the weather is like.”
C: “So it will snow on Christmas?”
Me: “Probably not, it doesn’t snow in San Antonio.”
C: “So it will never be Christmas in San Antonio?”
Me (wanting to cry) “Of course it will be Christmas in San Antonio. Santa lives with the snow all year, he loves to come to San Antonio where it’s warm. That’s where he sees the sunshine!”
C: “oh, ok.”
When we got in to the zoo lights exhibit there was this 3 foot area where they had “snow.” — I don’t know what it was, but it was some kind of amazing machine. I’m certain it’s what they use in hollywood, because it fell and looked like snow. It felt cold to me, but I’m not sure if it was the power of suggestion or not.
Joy.