"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas..."
No, honestly I am. My first Christmas in Ecuador was in 1990...and it is as weird today as ever. You would think that at some point my brain would make the adjustment and accept the reality that snow (and bone-chilling cold) is no longer part of my seasonal reality.
This is the closest we could come. We are on the fringe of the glacier on Mt. Cotopaxi -- above 17,000 feet (I actually had the gut-wrenching privilege of summiting it several years ago; over 19,000 feet was indescribable for this prairie boy).
You may notice the prairie boy is in a t-shirt and the Cal-gal looks dressed for Saskatchewan!