I really am dreaming of a white Christmas. This song takes on a totally different meaning, much more figurative than literal, out here in the Sonoran desert. Unless one were to climb a local mountain up to the 10,000 foot altitude or higher, the chances of a “snowy” Christmas here in the Phoenix area is like the Chance Brothers triplets, Fat, Slim, and None. I actually have seen snow on the ground here a couple of times in the 43 years that I have lived here, but it never was timed right to coincide with the December 25th date and, to be honest, the “snow” was not very fluffy at an eighth of an inch deep, and it completely evaporated about 10 nano-seconds later. While other adults of our fine country might be snuggling up to a roaring,warm holiday fire, roasting chestnuts and sipping on hot rum toddies on Christmas Day, out here in cactus land we are more inclined to be sipping on pina coladas or looking for the nearest beer cart girl while playing a lazy round of golf with our sun visors in place.
Please do not misunderstand me fellow YouGabSports’ groupies. I am not trying to rub in the fact that the high tomorrow is scheduled to be 65 degrees, which is three degrees below the average temperature here on this date. I am just trying to point out that the Christmas perspective is just a wee bit different out here in the Valley of the Sun than it is on the East Coast, or America’s Heartland, or even in the Deep South. It certainly does not preclude me wishing all of you and your families a Merry White Christmas and a Happy New Year. Thanks so much for allowing this senior citizen a home to write each week and a platform to vent about the good, bad, and ugly things that seem to occur daily in our favorite sports!