Dreaming of a what?

We've seen this in way too many movies:

People mope around, because they don't have any snow for Christmas. Then, at the last moment, the flakes descend. Faces light up, as if pure magic is emerging from the heavens.

Try to remember this: None of the people who make those movies were in Michigan this weekend, shoveling snow amid zillion-mile-an-hour winds that kept re-depositing everything right where it had been.

The words "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas" were written in Florida and first performed in Southern California. I'm just saying.