Well, that second one ain't true anymore.
Today was Russian Christmas (or "Christmas for people who follow the Julian calendar," as Jennifer's Assistant News Director prefers it to be phrased) and the weather was downright balmy, somewhere in the 50's. Or so I've heard. I spent the day in a climate-controlled whitespace where we are isolated from the outside environment. (It's highly recommended for those afflicted with Seasonal Affective Disorder. Take it from me.) But it is my understanding that there was not a lick, a hint, a merest shadow of the implication of a suggestion that maybe perhaps it might possibly start to snow sometime today.
This probably isn't the first time it didn't snow on Russian Christmas. But, as with all such things, we remember the hits and ignore the misses. Were I not to be writing this post, perhaps in the future I might still say "It always snows on Russian Christmas."
And what happened? Maybe it's Climate Change. More likely it's the result of something I described a while back:
Apparently we're in a La Niña year - so we can expect cold weather early on, mild weather in mid-Winter, and cold weather again after February 15 or so.Still, we've had La Niña years before, and I still think it snowed for Russian Christmas every single year. Yes. Definitely. Maybe. Perhaps. I think...
At least it still rains for the Bloomsburg Fair. Every damned year.