I Would Pay Just About Anything. . .
. . . to have all the radio stations in the Philadelphia area take "White Christmas" out of their airplay rotation.
It's like some sort of snow spell or something--play it enough, and we get socked, over and over. I had a white-knuckled drive home from work Saturday evening on a slippery, dark, whited-out main road.
A white Christmas in Philly isn't normal. In fact, after the next round of snow (tomorrow, aka TUESDAY, and I predict a two-hour delay for school), we're headed for 50-degree temps by the end of the week.
If people want to see snow so badly on this side of the state, they can hit the slopes.
Or maybe they can just keep on driving to Vermont.