Especially this time of year my mind wonders back to Jamaica. Have I mentioned… “I HATE SNOW” ?
Freshly fallen snow covering the brownness of fall is always picturesque. There is nothing more magical than a sunny morning after an overnight snowstorm. Undisturbed sparkles seem to quiet the world. Okay, hate is probably not the best word to use, let’s just say… “I strongly dislike snow!” I tolerate it on Christmas Eve, it should be gone by New Year’s Day!
I must explain the tropics in winter have a magic all its own too. I recall one Christmas morning sitting on my patio sipping a cup of Blue Mountain coffee, soaking in the warmth from the sunshine. My thoughts were about family and friends escaping the cold of Illinois and arriving shortly. At first, I was feeling down in the dumps, something didn’t seem quite right. Besides thinking about people I missed, I began to believe I missed the snow too. I even had Bing Crosby in my head singing… I’m… Dreaming… of a White… Christmas…
Then I started watching the honeybees and butterflies dancing and playing among the flowers like miniature fairies. I immediately recaptured my sanity; I will never forget watching them and how they made me smile! It’s one of my favorite memories of Christmas in Jamaica… watching honeybees and butterflies. I didn’t miss the icicles and slippery roads one bit! What a fabulous place to be for the holidays; forget snow… time to go for a swim!