Closest thing I ever saw to a White Christmas was when I was a kid near Shreveport. It was December 1983. I was in the seventh grade, and it was the last day before Christmas break. The weather had been kind of like it is now, warm one day, then cold. It was warm that Thursday and we woke up the next morning to 3 inches and it was still coming down. They hadn't canceled schools yet, so I had to get ready to go. The bus picked me up on time, but the weather steadily turned to crap. Three hours later, we were five miles away from the school when the radio announced that the area schools were being canceled due to the death of a teacher caused by the weather. Come to find out, it was one of our school's coaches and his daughter. We had sleet and snow for about three weeks. It ended up getting so cold that Caddo Lake, Cross Lake, and portions of Red River froze over.