Snow. Sometimes it comes to Sedona. This is what it looks like from our living room window.  I have seen lots of pictures of snow from many of you on Facebook!  It is beautiful, wherever it happens, at least when it is freshly fallen.  It reminds me of Amazing Grace, which covers the sludge on the streets of our lives, and transforms what seems hum-drum and unattractive into something beautiful.

Snow, however, doesn't stick around out here in the desert southwest.  It melts away quickly out here in the sunshine that floods the landscape almost every day.  White Christmases are uncommon, as they are in a large part of our huge country.  Moreover, a great part of our world has never experienced a white Christmas. Still, the images of Christmas linked with winter and snow are dominant.
When it comes right down to it, is there any logic to this, other than the dominance of cultures familiar with snow?  Or is there some kind of deeper,
archetypal linkage between the meaning of Christmas and the symbolism of snow and winter?   What do you think?