Christmas forecast not cool, Jack Frost

In one of the most beloved Christmas songs, the one titled, “The Christmas Song,” Nat King Cole famously croons:

“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire

Jack Frost nipping at your nose

Yuletide carols being sung by a choir

And folks dressed up like Eskimos.”

The forecast for Christmas Day in San Antonio calls for temperature in the low 80s. This means that while yuletide carols can still be sung by a choir, San Antonians won’t have the opportunity to dress up like Eskimos.

This is disappointing, because San Antonians love to dress up like Eskimos once the temperature dips below 70 degrees. We wait for the magical words “cold front,” which will send us to our closets to pull out the outfits we can wear only four times a year.

A sunny, 82-degree day is a beautiful day, but we were hoping for more seasonal weather.

It could reach the 80s on Christmas Day, hitting near-record highs. This is unacceptable. We can only blame Mr. Jack Frost for depriving us of our holiday chill.

We’d prefer to keep to the generous spirit of the season and not criticize but Mr. Frost leaves us no choice.

Instead of nipping at our noses, Mr. Frost has skipped town, leaving us to a Bermuda shorts-andsandals Christmas with the air conditioner running.

We don’t ask too much of Mr. Frost. San Antonians don’t sing “Let it Snow” or “White Christmas” with any degree of expectation.

Nor do we want too much from Mr. Frost. He clearly overdelivered last February. Giving San Antonio a “White Valentine’s” night was quirky and romantic until he turned it into a deadly winter storm for which we’ll be, literally, paying for years.

Remembering that dark and frigid week hastens us to repeat that a sunny day with a high in the mid-80s is always beautiful. But it would be even more beautiful in, say, mid-august.

We know we will have some chilly days this winter. That Mr. Frost couldn’t let Christmas be one of them doesn’t speak well of his character or concern for the people of San Antonio.

We wish all of you a Merry Christmas. Don’t let Jack Frost’s negligence dampen your holiday spirit, although 85-degree Christmas Day perspiration may.