I think my internal thermostat may have been reset on my recent trip back to Montana.  Last week it got down to what Florida considers cold.  I was driving to work wearing just a light sweater and I got quite the look from the guy in the next lane.  He had on a huge coat, beanie, and gloves!  I seriously burst out laughing!  I wasn’t cold at all!

For years I tried to avoid the cold and snow.  I thought this trip would remind me why I moved away from it, but it completely did the opposite.  Now I truly am dreaming of a white Christmas.  I just want to breathe in that clean, crisp air once again.  I want to act like I’m 5 years old playing in the snow…making snow angels, building snowmen, sledding down the biggest hill.  I want to bundle up in those cozy sweaters and drink hot cocoa in front of a fireplace.  Christmas doesn’t feel the same when it’s nearly 80°F and the only white powdery stuff around is sand!

For more magical winter moments check out my Winter Wonderland series!