“In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,/ earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;/ snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,/ in the bleak midwinter, long ago.” (v. 1 of In the Bleak Midwinter)
Sound familiar, Minnesotans?
The poet Christina Rossetti was not going for historical accuracy with this hymn. Instead, she captures a sense of the warmth–almost the thawing–that Jesus’ birth brings to the world.
Does it ever snow in Israel? Maybe this is a silly question, but I figured I better not assume. I did some quick googling on the subject, and discovered that yes, it does, but mostly in high altitude regions and very rarely in Bethlehem.