White Christmas
As someone who grew up in a tropical country, I once said in an old post:
My idea of a perfect Christmas, really, is one I’ve never experienced before, the stuff I grew up watching or reading about… I’m dreaming of a white Christmas.
I finally had that dream come true this year.
But first, I witnessed my first snowfall on the 4th of December. I touched real snow for the first time in Jungfrau, Switzerland back in 2015, but I didn’t witness it actually fall down. So when I experienced my first snowfall in Toronto, I thought it was very exciting.
My first snowfall came in the form of flurries, so it was light and not enough to blanket the ground.
Eventually, though, it came down thicker, and I actually got a white Christmas. 🥰
Apparently this isn’t even common. My friend Gay has been in Canada for 7 years and this is her first time. I feel so special, like the universe especially gave this to me as a Christmas gift or something. 🎁
When my boyfriend invited me to have Christmas eve dinner with his family, I told him and his brother, “I’m happy that I got to experience a white Christmas.”
“You mean – us?” his brother asked, pointing to himself and his brother, who are both Caucasians.
“No!” I laughed in amusement. “I meant snow!”
The other kind of white Christmas he meant was also a nice experience, though.
