White Christmas
TJ stared out of a living room window. Never had he seen a December so warm. He turned back to his then wife, Ashley Spinelli-Detweiler. "Spin, this is pathetic. A week before Christmas, and it's still dry as a bone."
Spinelli continued her work, carefully placing ornaments on the festively lit pine tree. "I'm sure there's still time, Teej. You'll still get your white Christmas."
"You don't understand, Spin. We're talking about a eight year streak, here. Every year since LJ was born, we have had a white Christmas. We are not breaking that streak, now."
"Alright, Mr. Weather man. Since you are so set on a white Christmas, I'd like to see you do something about it."
TJ glared at her. "You know, you're a real smartass sometimes."
"Have been since kindergarden. You still married me." She placed a small razorback themed ornament on a petite branch.
"Look, all I'm sayin' is that I'm dreamin' of a white Christmas, just like the ones we used to know," TJ sang. "Remember when we would have massive snowball fights? Build forts the size of the school building? Build snowmen as tall as the swing set?"
"Yeah, I remember. But that was a long time ago, Teej. Things change."
"But that doesn't mean our children shouldn't have the same opportunity that we did."
Spinelli set down the empty ornament box on a nearby table, and took TJ's face into her hands. "TJ, be honest. Knowing half of the things that we got away with, do you honestly want our children to have the same opportunities that we did?"
"As long as they learn from their mistakes, like we did, they should have every opportunity possible, starting with a continuation of annual snowfall."