Seemed like when I was a kid, we had snow on every Christmas, I'm sure we didn't, but that magical time of year always seemed 'perfect' and so in my mind, we always had snow.
About six years ago, they called for a lot of snow on Christmas Eve/Day and so my better-half and I loaded up our vehicle and drove to my Mom and step-Dad's. They only lived about 10 miles away at the time, but if the snow was going to be that bad, I wanted to be sure we were with some of the family for Christmas Day. Sure enough, it snowed hard all night and all morning. At the time, my Dad lived about 15-20 miles away and lived alone....I couldn't stand the thought of him not having a few gifts to open and some company, so we loaded up the vehicle and popped it in 4WD and crept all the way to Dad's. We were the ONLY vehicle on the road, too. Now, we live in a very rural area, but still, I expected to see some vehicles, but not a one. Dad was watching for us and when we got into his apartment, he let us snack for about 15 minutes, rushed us to his tree and our gifts, opened his gifts, thanked us for coming and rushed us out the door. LOL He was a wreck about us being out on the road and when we got back to Mom's, she said he'd already called once to see if we'd made it back there, safely.
Ahhh....I love this Christmasy time of year!