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It’s been a fairly lovely spring day here and everybody has been talking about the fair weather for this time of the year – midway through December. We’d like a little snow for Christmas, but nobody is placing any bets on it.

There is, of course, always a chance that some white stuff will fall from the sky, but either it’s going to melt on the way down, or as soon as it hits the ground. Let’s face it, you don’t normally shovel snow when it’s 54 degrees Fahrenheit / 12 degrees Celsius.

My brother says he’s glad it doesn’t snow in July and August because, “It’s too hot to shovel.” I’ll buy that. When you are expending that much exertion, you will heat up fast and you need to do it on a cold day. God was wise to make it snow only during the cold season of the year.

But temperatures are so relative. 54 degrees in the cold months is pretty much a heat wave, while the same temp in the middle of summer will bring astonishment from the tv weatherfolks. Actually, the weatherguy this evening spent too much time pointing out the temperatures which were plainly visible on the screen. “Look At That!!” he shouts. “Just tell me if it’s going to rain tomorrow!!” I shout back. Some people like history, others just want to know if they should close their windows before they go to work in the morning.

I’d like to know if Santa’s sleigh will need runners or wheels.