Word Of The Day

When I was a kid, Christmas was usually spent on the west coast of Canada, namely Vancouver and Victoria. While the stereotype of Canada is a vast winter tundra with a few mountains thrown in, there's not much snow to be had on the west coast.

So while I watched Christmas cartoons where kids celebrated the holidays frolicking in the snow, I got brown mud instead. I wanted snow. I wanted to do the snowman thing and have snowball fights with friends.

Now I live in the prairies, where there is no shortage of snow. As in shoveling it from the sidewalk, the front porch, the back porch, and the driveway.

I didn't know when I was well off.