This far south, the idea of a white Christmas is almost as ridiculous as a natural tan in Minnesota in January. But I've learned to adjust. Mostly.
I miss snow. Mind you, we didn't get much of it even in my section of Pennsylvania, but at least we got a smattering each year. You could count on that, at least. But it's going to be almost 70 degrees here tomorrow. I think I'd do really well designing a series of Christmas warm-weather clothes. You know, bikinis with wreaths on the top, Santa swim trunks, etc. I think it would be a big hit. Here, at least. Definitely in Miami.
At least my Christmas tree isn't a Palm. How would THAT be for confusing Christmas and Easter?!