You'd think that, since they have to endure eight months of winter a year, Bend denizens would at least get the partial compensation of a white Christmas, right?
White Christmases are a rarity in Bend. (I'm talking about IN Bend, not up on the mountains outside of Bend.) Blackdog has lived here for 25 years and can remember only three or four white Christmases. One was last year, when we had a shitload of snow. Another was the year I arrived. There were one or two others in between.
Almost every year the weather in Bend at Christmas is like it is today: gray, dreary, drizzly and dismal. In other words, it sucks.
Just the same, from here in gray, dreary, drizzly, dismal, sucky Bend, your old friend Blackdog is wishing you a merry Christmas and a suckless New Year.
Postscript: 2:30 p.m. Christmas Day. No snow. 23 degrees. Another of our delightful inversions -- cold, gray, grim. Freezing fog in the forecast. Gosh, Christmas is just SWELL in the "Oregon sunbelt."