For all of you non-cool people, this is a scene from the Empire Strikes Back where the Empire invades the ice planet Hoth. That's what I was expecting to reenact on Christmas thanks to the promise of Hoth like conditions from local meteorologists. Well, I guess meteorologists have something in common with my dad, especially if they're alcoholics who punch me, because he lied about Hoth like conditions too. When I was a kid I wanted the Hoth playset for Christmas and instead got a bowl full of ice with a bag of plastic Army guys. "We're poor!" dad said. Well, decades later and all the memories came flooding back meaning I spent yet another Christmas crying over not being Han Solo. For the record, that's almost every Christmas.
Get out of here 2012!