Nannie, my Mother, says I got a little red wagon the first year we had a White Christmas in our town. I don't exactly remember the event--just the wagon. About two hours before Joy and Mike arrived from the airport in Dallas, it began to rain-thunder, lightning, wind, temperature dropping. It rained until sometime into the wee hours and then changed to ice and snow. So, Christmas Eve we woke up to this.
Aunt Kaki couldn't resist a snowball.
Roo was feeling poorly. A stomach bug chased her down and got the best of her for one day, but Emme played outside until her hands hurt too much from the cold, wet stuff.
Mo, the Snow Dog looks like she was sprinkled with powdered sugar. She had to monitor all her people. It's her sheep herding genes.
Before the snow stopped we had somewhere between 4 and 7 inches, depending on which report you believe. Anyway, it was 15 degrees at 8:15 this morning, and did not begin to melt until late afternoon. Pretty, if you were where you belonged and could enjoy the view. My heart ached for those whose plans were interrupted. We enjoyed a restful day with many blessings in the company of those we love. God is very good!