What is this sick, twisted obsession so many people have with a white Christmas? Is it all because of that stupid Bing Crosby song?
A few years ago there was aa big snowstorm that affected the Midwest and the Northeast (DC was spared). It created a transportation nightmare. Motorists were stuck in their cars on interstates, and thousands of other unfortunate souls had to spend Christmas eve sleeping on the floors of airports. How cozy is that? Clearly Bing Freakin' Crosby never had to catch a connecting flight in Minneapolis during a blizzard.
And you know why? Because Bing was already holed up in some resort lodge in the Poconos, sitting next to a warm blazing fireplace, and thoughtfully puffing on his pipe as he wondered why none of his friends had shown up. Meanwhile, those very same friends are stuck on a road on some frozen mountain pass, struggling against the blinding whiteout conditions in a desperate bid to stay alive, and wondering who among them would be the first to be eaten by the group.
Clearly, Bing Crosby was an asshole.