If you're dreaming of a white Christmas, dream on. Keep those hot summer days coming on Christmas weekend, global warming fans.
Unless Philadelphia's growing army of meterologists is way off base on this call, we're going to either tie or obliterate a longstanding mark today for the highest temperature recorded on Christmas Eve.
And I say, bring it on. Ho, ho, ho. Figure on dressing down tonight, Santa.
Consensus prediction is 74 degrees, or one degree higher than the standing record of 73. Just 74?
Let's go for 80 and invite the neighbors over for a cook-out and dip in the pool. It'll be a great day to head to the Jersey shore and work on those sun tans.
If you're dreaming of a white Christmas, dream on. Keep those hot summer days coming on Christmas weekend, global warming fans.
I'm thrilled by this because I'm always cold. Always. Since I've applied for residency in Florida but discovered there's no room for more transplants in the Sunshine state, I must learn to deal with somewhat harsher New Jersey winters. But I absolutely despise being cold.
My wife is the opposite. She thrives on cold weather, and loathes the heat. On Monday, the outside temp was a tidy 50-something. Inside the Shryock cottage, it must have been 40. How can that be? She groused about being saddled with the low 50s in late December, calling it a heat wave. I'm pretty sure I saw her lowering the thermostat a few notches. She's going to be thrilled with today's temps.
Conversely, I don't know what the hot flashes mean, but I can't get warm enough. When we took the kids and grandkids out for a pre-holiday dinner Monday, I wore four layers of clothing, hardly conducive to the week's upsurge in temps. I wrap myself in blankets, fighting the dog for possession, and take the space heater to bed with me.
The good news is, if we can figure out how to minimize the cold it's likely we're going to escape snow this winter, too. The only thing I hate more than cold is snow and the only thing I hate more than snow is lots of it.
Now we're concerned about it being too warm for Christmas. Go figure.
Because I'm an old dude, I can tell you without hesitation it was not always like this. It seems to me that, as a kid growing up, it almost always snowed on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. Trust me, it's the truth.
I know this, too: We didn't worry about the heat.
Because there wasn't any.
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Merry Christmas, dear readers.
Have a hot one.
Bob Shryock may be reached at bshryock@njadvancemedia.com. Follow South Jersey Times on Twitter @TheSJTimes. Find the South Jersey Times on Facebook.
