Tonight in Georgia, children are giddy with excitement. Even the parents are grinning with anticipation. We’re stalking the Weather Channel. We’re saying extra prayers. We’re cancelling Friday night basketball games and Saturday morning shopping trips. We can’t help it, y’all. Bless our hearts. IT MIGHT SNOW!
A State of Emergency has been declared by the Governor. The DOT is on standby with as much salt as they could gather and brave souls like my husband ready and willing to drive the streets all night long looking for patches of ice or signs of trouble.
Sweet souls like my brother have maxed out their Amazon Prime accounts ordering sleds and waterproof gloves and snow boots that their children will outgrow well before the next snowfall.
Roads will be closed. Schools and banks and churches will cancel all events. Unskilled drivers who couldn’t just follow directions and stay home will slip and slide on icy roads and get trapped on roadsides.
Children who don’t own proper snow equipment will take greased baking sheets to the biggest neighborhood hill they can find and fly like the wind.
Soon, every loaf of bread will vanish from store shelves. Milk will disappear in apocalyptic proportions. The stores will look like they were ransacked by looters. If all else fails and we’re trapped in our homes for days on end, we can all survive on our milk sandwiches.
And while you may be tempted to laugh at us Southerners enjoying our blizzard of 2 inches of snow…
While you may be tempted to chuckle at the miniature snowmen our children build with unbridled joy…
And while you may think it’s ridiculous that several million people can go stark raving mad over a few flurries or even some sleet…
Please don’t laugh. Our children are making snow angels for the first time.
And catching snowflakes on their tongue for the first time.
And finally having the snowball fights they’ve only read about or seen in the movies.
And making memories that only come around once every 3 or 4 years when you live in the deep South.
So please don’t laugh at us Southerners when we get snow. We promise we’ll come to our senses real soon.
Now, we better run to the store and get our milk and bread.