See, here's the secret about NC. We don't get snow unless you're in a place like Boone, or some times Asheville. In the Piedmont, hardly ever. And farther east-definitely not. So the idea that we would have 1-2" of snow in December in the Piedmont = skepticism from your truly.
However once the week of the prediction came about, they were really pretty sure it was coming and that it was going to be bigger than expected. I had plans to go to Asheville and visit my mom, so we could spend some Christmas together, and then meet up with the boy in Yadkinville and have Christmas there as well.
Asheville was great, we saw the Biltmore House in all its Christmas-y glory, had some delicious meals (go to 12 Bones if you are ever in Asheville) and good quality family time. Then packed up, and headed east. Which should mean the threat of snow lessened.
Got to R's parents house around 4:30 and we had a lovely dinner and just hung out until R got there around 9. The weather was still calling for a dusting - 2" and we went to bed with the thought that it would be a nice little snow on Christmas day.
We woke up and had breakfast and played a little Rook, waiting for the other parts of the family to arrive. Then around 10 the snow started! Little tiny flakes at first, then larger ones, then a lot more, but still wasn't sticking. Fast forward an hour and BAM! Snow was sticking to everything, coming down in huge fluffy flakes. This was definitely more than a dusting. And seeing as it snowed through to Sunday morning, we got more than 2" of snow. Final count by our very scientific ways (ruler in the ground) put the snow at 6" when it was all said and done.
So we had a white Christmas and I wonder if it will be another 21 years before I get to experience another one!