Found this on X. Thought I’d share. Just a fun lil poem. Merry Christmas and God’s blessing to our weather madness family!

Twas the day before Christmas and all through the land
The blowtorch was torching, exactly as planned.
Snowflakes weren’t snowing outside the Northeast
And maybe out west, atop high mountain peaks.

The models were bleak, dressed in all Christmas red
And the prospects of winter were already dead.
When all of a sudden there arose the soft chatter
Of a small Greenland block that was growing much fatter.

The 12z models came in with a bang,
A Christmas wish granted as the snow geese sang.
A big arctic blast, the coldest one yet
Plunging straight down toward the subtropical jet.

Reds changed to blues as the icy blast came
And the torch left the field, its head hung in shame.
Rain turned to snow in all the right places
Putting a smile on everyone’s faces

Ensembles and models had all done their job
Completely dissolving that Grinchy warm blob
But I wondered in silence as they faded from sight:
Will the next run be different? I don’t know, but it might!