It Was A Christmas Miracle

It was a Christmas miracle . . . snow in Houston, Texas on Christmas Eve. At no time in Weather Service recorded history had it ever snowed at Christmas in Space City USA. Last night the planets were aligned, clouds filled the frigid air, and God said, "Tonight I think I'll drop some special confetti on southeast Texas for my Son's birthday." Coming out of church at dusk was like the final scenes from White Christmas with Bing Crosby. The double doors off the sanctuary swung open to reveal blowing waves of snow sticking to everything above the ground. Palm trees and pickup trucks were thick with the powdery stuff as children acted their age, adults acted like children, and the parking lot broke into a massive, good-humored snowball fight among families. The snow continued to fall throughout most of the evening as the we listened to George Strait's holiday album while eating a traditional Christmas dinner of homemade tamales and chili. Unfortunately by 9 o'clock the show had been reduced to a few tiny flakes in the lamp lights lining the street. Northerners who regularly experience knee-deep snow probably watched TV news accounts of our wild weather and scoffed at our enthusiasm and joy over a few inches. But there is no doubt in the mind of anyone who experienced this Christmas miracle that what we were given last night was a holiday gift from Heaven . . . nothing close to the original gift a couple of thousand years ago, but a spectacular surprise just the same.