We get it. We really do. You’re good with snow. You’re REALLY good with snow. You’ve painted so many beautiful scenes with it this year.
I’ve oohed and aahed over and over, glorying in the wonder of it all.
But here’s the thing. It’s getting a little old now.
I always wondered how the Israelites could be so ungrateful for the manna that provided free meals for 40 years, but I’m starting to have sympathy for their miracle fatigue.
I don’t want to offend you, because, you know, you are God and smite and plagues and all that. But all this white snow is sort of a one-note, if you know what I mean. Maybe you could try another medium? Like grass and flowers and blue sky. Trees with leaves, those are always nice too. You know, that thing called spring? You created it after all.
And about this really cold weather. You are the one who made us humans without fur. We get chilly, so could you please turn up the heat? Isn’t that what you made the sun for? It’s been so long since I felt its warmth, I can’t remember. Hey, even you chose a warm climate when you came down here to live for 33 years.
You see I live close to this really cool place you made called Lake Michigan. Yeah, you know it? Well, it’s sort of going to waste sitting there all frozen and stuff when we could be digging in the sand and swimming in the pretty blue water. BLUE. That’s a different color than white.
So, yeah. That’s really all I want. For you to stop the snow and warm things up little. No biggie, really. It’s not like I’m asking you to part the Red Sea or walk on water. Just turn the dial to spring, please?