Christmas Eve day 1970, first Christmas in Anchorage. Skies were overcast, light rain started in the morning, got heavier later toward noon, and washed away the snow that had been on the ground. Crumby looking--dismal. Temps in the high 30s. Hard to believe, here we were in Anchorage in our new house in Century Village, and we weren't going to have a white Christmas!
Older kid (then 5 years old) questioned out loud whether Santa would know that we'd moved to Anchorage, and if he knew we had, how was he going to get to us with no snow for his sleigh. I assured him that Santa knows we'd moved, and he really didn't need snow. I promised not to light a fire in the fireplace, so that Santa wouldn't get burned.
Christmas morning. Oh my! Sometime during the night, the rain turned to snow.
18" on the level! Skies cleared, partly cloudy, beautiful day, temps around +/- 20. Absolute proof for one 5 year old that Santa is for real.
Memories!
Cary