Nutrocker

It was the damndest thing. There I was, just walking home from work on a rainy evening much like every other evening in Dublin, when my iPod made it snow. I was listening to Emerson, Lake & Palmer's 'Pictures At An Exhibition,' and following the last song was an encore of what sounded like something from Tchaikovsky's 'Nutcracker' ballet.

As soon as I recognized the tune, big, heavy flakes of snow began to pour from the sky. In Dublin, this happens maybe two or three times a year. I looked down to check the name of the track, appropriately named 'Nutrocker,' and smiled like an idiot until I reached my apartment door.

About five feet from my destination, the song ended along with the snow. There was no proof of the snow on the road, but plenty on my jacket. I told this story to a few of my friends, and now to whomever reads this blog, but I don't expect anyone to believe it's true. I'm not ruling out divine intervention here, and if so, God has one hell of a sense of humor to reveal himself through weather that most people find miserable and something to do with the word nutrocker. Or maybe my iPod controls the weather.