The show itself was what you would expect from a formulaic 50's musical - weak book, thin plot, catchy songs, and fun dancing (although the ballroom dance/pas de deux towards the beginning had several ballet lifts that just paled in comparison to the gracefulness of the dancers we had seen the night before. They also illustrated well why you wear a tutu and not a bulky dress for such things). It ended, of course, with fancy red-and-white outfits, an audience sing-along, and copious amounts of fake snow falling on the audience and on stage.
Ah, but then we walked outside and just as we (and everyone in the audience I imagine) had hoped - it was just beginning to snow. Tiny white flakes were falling, and the sidewalks were just barely powdered. With the white Christmas lights of downtown and the songs stuck in our heads, it was exactly how I would have staged it myself.
Absolutely perfect, if I do say so myself.