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Zoë Archer is an award-winning romance author who thinks there’s nothing sexier than a man in tall boots and a waistcoat. As a child, she never dreamed about being the rescued princess, but wanted to kick butt right beside the hero. She now applies her master’s degrees in Literature and Fiction to creating butt-kicking heroines and heroes in tall boots. She is the author of the acclaimed BLADES OF THE ROSE series. December marks the beginning of her new paranormal historical romance series, THE HELLRAISERS. Zoë and her husband, fellow romance author Nico Rosso, live in Los Angeles.
by Zoë Archer
This is the time of year when television is full of ads showing people building snowmen or gathering at a holiday dinner as snowflakes fall softly past the windows. In stores and shopping malls, we’re inundated with songs about ice-frosted winter wonderlands, sleigh rides and white Christmases. Holiday cards show glittery snowflakes or snow-dusted evergreen trees. And the food—roast turkey, mashed potatoes, cornbread stuffing—is all hearty, warming fare perfect for chasing off winter’s snowy chill.
What’s the common theme? Not the holiday itself, but snow.
I’ve lived most of my life in Los Angeles, California. For a few years, I lived in the Bay Area and San Diego, and I also lived in Iowa City, Iowa when I was in graduate school. Of all the places I have ever lived, the only place where it snowed regularly was Iowa. And I was sure to hurry back to L.A. every winter break.
The holiday season never meant snow to me. A few times, my family and I drove to Big Bear in the San Bernadino Mountains, where we attempted to ski. I say “attempted” because I don’t think that having my skis in the snow-plow position as I slowly skidded down the bunny slope counts as actual skiing.
It always feels strange to watch commercials, hear songs, and see films that depicted the holiday season as being synonymous with snow. Looking outside my window throughout December, I see a smoggy blue sky and lawns kept artificially green by sprinklers. Yet when the city puts up its holiday decorations, everywhere I see snowflakes made of tinsel.
It’s weird—I feel like I’m missing something, as though there’s an integral component of the holiday season that I’ve never really experienced. I do know what it’s like to live with snow (those two years in Iowa), including shoveling out my car and scraping the windshield, trudging through mounds of rapidly graying snow as the winter grinds on, stepping outside and having any exposed skin risk frostbite. Snow can be fun, but it can also be a tremendous pain in the butt.
I was actually born in New York, and my parents emigrated to California when I was a baby. One of the reasons they left the East Coast is the weather. I have very vivid memories of my mom cheerfully saying as we pulled out of the driveway, “Another ho-hum day in Paradise.” Trust me, I’m not asking for sympathy because I can wear jeans and a t-shirt on New Year’s Day.
Of course, there are people all over the world who don’t expect snow during the holidays. Christmas falls during the Australian summer. It’s sunny and warm on New Year’s Eve in Morocco. But here in the U.S., the holiday season has always been thought of as snowy.
But maybe it’s time for me to stop comparing my holiday season to what advertisers and songwriters tell me it’s supposed to be, and just let myself enjoy December in Los Angeles for what it really is: pie-baking time!
What holiday traditions do you find strange? Leave a comment + fill out the form, and Zoë will pick a winner at random to win a signed copy of her new release, DEVIL’S KISS, plus a book from her backlist (US and Canada only). Please read my Giveaway Policy before entering.
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