Last year at this time there was (were?) 41 cm of snow on the ground. This year, nothing more than a hint of morning frost. That is the more typical situation here; a white Christmas = a blue Moon.
Snow is good for suburbs at Christmas, not merely for the nostalgic aesthetic it contributes, but also because it reminds us that this way of living relies on automobiles far too much. Since no one is going to stop driving anytime soon, snow has the secondary, somewhat ironic effect of forcing us to actually meet each other face-to-face, and usually in remarkably good cheer, as we shovel our driveways and give each other pushes through the deep spots.
Snow hinders travel, but encourages us, briefly, to behave like neighbours.
Merry Christmas. I hope you get just the right amount of snow.