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Volume 3, Issue 3                                    University of Houston

A white Christmas, the Margaret Mitchell way

Margaret Mitchell

LAKE LOUISE, Alberta -- Be careful for what you wish for, because you just might get it. I wished for a white Christmas -- and I got one. Boy, did I ever get one!

As you read this, I am sitting in a nice warm Internet room inside a beautiful hotel, escaping from the foot-and-a-half of snow outside.

This is the Christmas we've been planning for more than a year, so we wouldn't spend yet another Christmas day ripping into a few lackluster gifts no one will remember three months from now, then waste the rest of the day staring at each other. Nope, not us.

Instead, we flew several hundred miles northward to freeze our butts off high in the mountains at Lake Louise, Canada. Ho Ho Ho!

To all of you who have lived a white Christmas vicariously through the 8,000th viewing of A Charlie Brown Christmas: This has truly been an experience.

Picture being a mile up in the Rocky Mountains with a frozen lake outside your hotel window. Picture ice skating on that frozen lake. Picture a horse-drawn sleigh ride on the edge of that frozen lake down to a glacier and a gorgeous frozen waterfall, complete with an insane dude climbing up the wall of ice.

I've been dog sledding. I have sat in a chairlift for an unbelievable amount of time, being carried to an unreal height on a mountain higher than most airplanes fly. I have then skied down the steepest "green" slopes you can imagine.

I have eaten caribou (wonderful meat, which I highly recommend if you ever get the chance) as well as an incredible assortment of desserts and pastries -- with all dieting to be considered sometime in 2001.

Not only has the trip itself been terrific, but I've also gotten to see a myriad of cultures and nationalities, each with distinctive opinions of people like us. What I mean by people like us is "Americans" and "Southerners" and "people who would actually want to come see snow."

Most won't come right out and say it, but you can hear the mutterings at the ski desk or in the bars. Those Americans sure do have funny ways of conducting elections. They just don't know how to really have a good time. They actually wanted to come where it is cold?

Anyone who has read my columns for any length of time knows I'm slightly insane, but definitely one of the most capable people on the planet when it comes to having a good time.

Sadly, though, I must agree with the fact that we don't know how to hold an election -- and they go on way too long (recent debacle included) -- but that's another story, and one that's not nearly as interesting as all the ice sculptures sitting outside this hotel.

If you have the chance to enjoy a white Christmas, do -- especially if it's in a very nice, high-class hotel where you do none of the cooking or cleaning and only have to face your loved ones for five minutes to say "Merry Christmas" before heading out the door.

This is a gift I will remember next year and for many years to come.

Mitchell, a senior political science major, can be reached at

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