Let It Snow

When you grow up with the picture postcard white Christmas, it takes some getting used to the colour green at this time of year.  My little island in the Pacific gets snowed on every now and then but it's definitely not the norm and this year is proving no different.  According to the weather forecasters (and we all know we can safely put our money on them) there is only an 11% chance that I'll be seeing a white Christmas this year.  The last time we had snow for the big day was 2008 and when I say snow I mean SNOW!!

The only reason I remember this so vividly is because my community was hosting the World U17 Hockey Tournament and I was in charge of accreditation.  No one got into the arena -- from players to refs to volunteers -- without first coming by me, getting their photo taken and having the appropriate colour coded photo ID pass issued to them.  I spent a lot of time that year digging out my driveway, driving to the arena, working all day/night, digging out my car, driving home, digging out my driveway ...repeat...repeat...repeat...

It's a kick now when I'm watching an NHL game and hear the name of a player who was here in 2008 and yeah, you're right -- it is pretty damn impressive that I still remember names from all those players I photographed...but I digress.  Where was I?  Oh yeah -- the white Christmas.

So what's a girl to do when the grass is green and the skies are grey?  And the forecast says, 'Nothing but rain on the way...'  OMG...I'm rhyming.  Stop it NOW.  

What I'm trying to say is -- when there's no snow for snowmen, sometimes you have to improvise.
A little glass, a little solder, a little wire, a little ribbon... So what does one call a whole bunch of snowmen?  I love collective nouns.  You could say I collect collective nouns -- a shiver of sharks...an unkindness of ravens...a bloat of hippopotamuses...but snowmen?  An avalanche?  A freeze?

How about flurry?  A flurry of snowmen.