Growing up, I have such fond memories of watching White Christmas almost every Christmas Eve or Christmas Day when all of my extended family got together to celebrate. I think that the movie was probably put on to intrigue us kids into settling down, but somehow none of us did very well with the whole sit and watch bit. But I do remember shifting in and out of the living room, checking what scene was on, and sometimes stopping to watch for a few minutes during one of the musical numbers. (And knowing me, I probably did my best to mimic their dance moves.) (Which, much to the comic delight of my husband, I am still working on those dance moves.)
This is Christmas in New England.
My love for White Christmas only grew as I did. It was one of the first movies that I bought when I got my own TV and DVD player in college, and boy can you only imagine my excitement when they colorized the film. It has long stayed my favorite Christmas movie, it has become Ryan’s as well, and no matter what time of year, if I feel like I need a little pep in my step, it is always the first thing that I reach for.
Our nieces made sure to get a few sled rides around the yard out of us.
So when my sister-in-law invited us to visit them for Christmas this year in Boston, we were beyond excited. In our minds, it was going to be like a scene out of White Christmas – the pine trees, the beautiful snow, heck, maybe even a horse-drawn sleigh. But to our surprise (and slight disappointment), when we arrived in Boston, we were greeted with anything but snow. So we did the only thing that we could think of, and we wrote letters to Santa begging for a snowstorm.
The happy mess of a fun Christmas morning ripping open presents.
And luckily for us, Santa delivered. When we awoke on Christmas morning, we tore open the blinds and our hearts absolutely exploded seeing the most beautiful powdery white snow. While we weren’t in Vermont, we felt like we were living a scene right out of the movie – the cute little homes, the quiet town, the family gathering, the hot fire – it was truly what we both had been dreaming of.
“Where it’s snowing / All Winter through / That’s where I want to be.”