on Sat Dec 21 2024
Christmas, that magical time of the year when the air gets fuzzy with joy, families gather ‘round the fireplace, and we collectively pretend we don’t see Aunt Mabel sneaking in another slice of fruitcake. Coming from Chicago, my idea of a perfect Christmas is a classic romance novel—complete with a hero, a heroine, and a whole lot of snow. Yes, folks, I like my white Christmases as pure as my incredulity when someone suggests a tropical holiday theme.
Picture this: the snow gently falling like sugar from a giant confectioner’s hand, blanketing the Windy City in a soft white embrace. There’s something right about trudging through the drifts, bundled up like the Michelin Man, making snow angels and wondering whether the kids next door are ever going to invite you to join their snowball fight. The scene is set, the air is crisp, and if the universe is feeling generous, I might just catch a glimpse of a snowman that looks less like a lumpy mess and more like Frosty’s dapper cousin.
Now, I realize that not everyone shares this snowy fascination. There are the sun worshippers who think Christmas on the beach with sand between their toes is the ultimate way to celebrate. But let’s be real: no one ever sang “Jingle Bells” while sipping a piña colada—unless you count that one questionable karaoke night in college. Even then, I’m pretty sure everyone left wishing they were playing in the snow instead.
There’s a certain charm to the idea of Christmas encapsulated in white fluff. It’s not just about the aesthetic, although I’d argue no one would say no to the perfect Instagram shot against a snowy backdrop. It’s about the spirit that comes with it. Cozy nights watching the twinkling lights reflecting off the snow, the flicker of the fireplace as you sip hot cocoa loaded with whipped cream that’s less a topping and more a lifestyle choice. Yes, I’m talking about the kind of hot chocolate that gives you a tiny sugar rush before bed, followed by dreams of the beautiful chaos of Christmas morning (complete with torn wrapping paper, disheveled cousins, and maybe some leftover fruitcake).
Plus, let’s not forget about the joy of holiday traditions. Chicagoans know how to do Christmas right. From the bustling Christkindlmarket, where I can practice my German while swaying to the cheerful sound of holiday music, to ice skating under the city lights at Millennium Park, the season offers an endless array of activities that make me thankful for all this fluffy white stuff. The city transforms, with festive cheer and icy wonders popping up around every corner, making me grateful for the snow boots I reluctantly pulled out of the back of the closet.
Oh, and did I mention that snow is the ultimate excuse for staying in? When it’s blizzarding outside, it’s like the universe is urging you to cozy up, splash on a little peppermint-scented lotion, and settle in for a holiday movie marathon—preferably those romantic flicks where every plot twist ends with a kiss under the mistletoe. Yes, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get a warm and fuzzy feeling, knowing I’ve avoided social obligations for one more day.
So, as I prepare my home for another frosty Yuletide season, I can’t help but embrace the perks of a white Christmas. Until global warming decides to throw a tropical curveball our way, I’ll be here, reveling in the snowy splendor, keeping the hot chocolate flowing, and wholeheartedly inviting winter into my holiday season. Cheers to a Christmas that’s snowy, cozy, and just a little bit cheeky!