'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
From The Night Before Christmas
For some there were no children snug in the beds with visions of sugar-plums dancing in their heads. No time to settle down for a long winter’s nap. The winds were howling and the snow was flying, while tornadoes danced south keeping everyone on edge. This year Mother Nature would be part of the tale.
Meteorologists were kept busy forecasting what’s next;Many monitored each storm and sent out the text;For many the weather was not so genteel;Like the tornado that passed through the heart of Mobile;Most were quite nervous as the storms moved east;Not knowing what to expect from this awesome beast;But most survived Mother Nature’s disorder;Because they were warned by meteorologists and reporters.
There was no surprise from the Christmas Day storm. It had been forecast well in advance. The European model hinted that it might take place as I mentioned on-air a week before it happened. What happened?