Buffy, the White Christmas Bringer

Our next Christmas story comes from customer service guru Liz. She’s been to Rwanda three times and has a fierce guard-Chihuahua who she’s yet to train NOT to bark at Santa. 

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I always wanted a White Christmas, but living in South Texas, I was doomed to disappointment unless I was talking about that movie with Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney. I mean, White Christmas is my favorite movie, but I dreamed of having a real snowy Christmas for forever. I wrote to Santa, prayed, did a “c’mon snow, please?” dance, but nothing worked.

Until 2004. T’was Christmas Eve, and all through my house, we were watching Buffy kill vampires, those blood-sucking louse. It was considered freezing to us South Texans when we left the Christmas Eve service that night, and I was excited to see a bit of sleet on the ground. That was close enough for me at the time. Our family went home, and like every normal family does on Christmas Eve, we popped in a DVD of Buffy to watch with the lights of the tree by our side. Ah, nothing spells Christmas like watching a vampire get dusted by Sarah Michelle Gellar!

The weather forecast had called for snow, and I kept leaving the show to watch the screen out the front door in hopes that the weathermen weren’t lying just this one time. My best friend called me, and she told me there was stuff falling from the sky in her part of town. We could hardly contain our joy, and then just a minute or two later, I saw white flakes drifting down at my house. I called for my parents and brothers to see, and Buffy was paused as we all stared out at the white snow falling. They eventually went back to watching the battle of good vs. evil, but I stood transfixed as the world as I knew it transformed.

That Christmas morning was amazing. I recall I got to make two snow angels, and throw a snowball at my brother as he tried to clear off his car. My other brother made some yellow snow… with food coloring. Later on, we’d find that our town got over 5 inches of snow, and bizarrely, the further south you went in Texas, the more snow there was. It was insane, crazy, and completely a miracle, one I will never forget.

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