During my years as a child musical performer living in New England, one of the songs chosen for me to sing, in season, was Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow. The first two blocks of lyrics are “Oh, the weather outside is frightful, But the fire is so delightful, So since we’ve no place to go, Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. It doesn’t show signs of stopping, So I brought some corn for popping, The lights are turned way down low, So let it snow, let it snow, let it snow". Then the words go on to be smoochie.
Well, and this is quite believable in the Northeast, every time I sang that song on stage or radio, it would snow almost immediately. Really. So I got to really dislike the song and so did some other people :) Now, here in the South, when we have a snow event, that song stands on the side-lines of my memory and I envision it with its thumbs in its ears and its other fingers wiggling in mockery as it says in sing-song manner, “nanni-nanni-foo-foo”; that’s the kid-style taunt that was in style back in the day.
I once wrote a brilliant blog post about snowflakes. It was quite lyrical. The gist of it was that there are two kinds of snowflakes: the big, friendly flakes that float down from the sky and gently land on your nose, forehead, and arms. They seem to be saying a smiling “hello”. Often they are sent so that an oncoming snow event will appear to be benign (sort of like the harmless scout ants that are sent into a kitchen to precede a mass invasion by the entire voracious ant colony). Anyway, the big friendly snowflakes are very pretty. But then there are the little nippers – the small, fierce flakes that are driven from the sky en masse ... they sting and ping when they hit your face. The little nippers mean business and they devote themselves to clogging driveways and roads and making five-foot snow drifts in some places.
This is the South and Spring is supposed to be just around the corner ... I hope it is :)