Dear snow,
Throughout my whole 19 years of life in the South, I have merely encountered you once. It was sleeting and you were fleeting. Still, I was an excited young teenager to even get to play in what was basically ice.
Every year the question is asked, "What do you want for Christmas?" And still to this day, along with an "A" in organic chemistry, a part of me hopes you will make an appearance. I see pictures from the mountains and hear of school being canceled because people can't leave their homes, and I wonder: Why can't you just come here, to lower Alabama, just once?
It's quite selfish of you to give all of yourself to places like Alaska, South Dakota, and New York. Didn't your mother (nature) teach you better and that sharing is caring?
I know this letter is late notice considering it's already the Thanksgiving season, but you're a little late also. Nineteen years is a long time to live without experiencing snow, so please grant me this one wish and visit the South.
If not, I'll have to track you down at one of my friend's houses and it won't be pretty. I have a feeling I don't make very pretty snowmen and snow angels.
Sincerely,
A girl who's dreaming of a white Christmas and needs your cooperation
