I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know… --White Christmas, by Irving Berlin * "Kids, looks like it's gonna be a White Christmas again this year." Dad always chuckled when he said this, amused by his own wry sense of humor. When I was six, seven, eight--too young to understand what he was driving at--I'd peer out the bedroom window on Christmas Eve and watch the midnight sky, hoping to catch my first-ever glimpse of snow. We lived in Southern California's San Fernando Valley. Hardly snow country. By age ten reality hit. Dad worked in Hollywood as a director of photography. Employment was unpredictable. One year he might have steady work, the next he didn't. Movies or television series could be cancelled at a moment's notice, and there he'd be, with eleven mouths to feed and Christmas around the corner. Hence the expression White Christmas, as in nothing under the tree but the creamy white living room carpet.
White Christmas
White Christmas
White Christmas
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, Just like the ones I used to know… --White Christmas, by Irving Berlin * "Kids, looks like it's gonna be a White Christmas again this year." Dad always chuckled when he said this, amused by his own wry sense of humor. When I was six, seven, eight--too young to understand what he was driving at--I'd peer out the bedroom window on Christmas Eve and watch the midnight sky, hoping to catch my first-ever glimpse of snow. We lived in Southern California's San Fernando Valley. Hardly snow country. By age ten reality hit. Dad worked in Hollywood as a director of photography. Employment was unpredictable. One year he might have steady work, the next he didn't. Movies or television series could be cancelled at a moment's notice, and there he'd be, with eleven mouths to feed and Christmas around the corner. Hence the expression White Christmas, as in nothing under the tree but the creamy white living room carpet.