I pray you keep your mild winters. I remember as a child when my Momma would ask us kids if we thought it would snow for Christmas. White Christmases were rare. If we got any snow it would be a light dusting and melt off 20 minutes later. So my first snow storm was the Winter of 1978. My husband, the one I told you about, spent all morning digging the car out of the driveway to go buy something at the store when a Tractor with a plow blade on the front shovelled him back in. He was mad as a wet hen. Yes. I met my kids father when I was 18 and he was 22.