I have always dreamed of a white Christmas. It is beautiful and so clean, and what a perfect way to spend the holiday. However, living in Texas made that more of an impossibility than just a slim chance. If we had snow, it was usually in January and February, not as early as December. One year I spent the holiday with my oldest brother and his family in Kansas City, MO. That year they had no snow in December. None. Not even a dusting. It was the first year in something like 50 years, according to the weathermen. A couple of years later I woke up to news that all…