Getting ready for Christmas

I heard thunder this morning while we drank coffee. No storms have stomped through here since summer, so I was surprised to hear this one. The weather doesn't often get nasty in December. In fact, I remember a few times it was almost warm enough to swim on Christmas.

Jilda's grandmother Mamie always said that if it thunders in December, it will snow that day in January. So we marked our calendars to see.

I thought it was a bunch of hooey, but a few years ago when it thundered in December, it snowed one month later in January.

The beauty of old wives tales is that you don't remember when it doesn't happen, but on the one time it does, it's stamped into your brain like a prison tattoo.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. We'll have breakfast with Jilda's brother Ricky who lives next door. All their kids and grandkids will be there. It's a madhouse, but a great way to begin the feasting.

I hope you all have a remarkable Christmas.

Snow Cyprus - my blog buddy Granpappy painted a
beautiful watercolor of this picture and sent it  to us as a gift
a few years ago.