Oh, I’m sorry. I’m remembering our very white Christmas in 2009, when Snowmageddon (Part Un) hit around this time. In the picture above, I’m pretty sure I was dancing in the middle of a very empty Massachusetts Ave, right by Union Pub. Today, on the first day of winter 2011, I stopped counting the number of Washingtonians I saw wearing shorts by Friendship Heights (count: 5+). Maybe it is because I have a ticket out of town to the Florida Keys for next week, but I am a little wistful tonight, dreaming of a white Christmas.