I knew the weatherman had said we might have a few flakes, but I've stopped listening to them long ago. I sometimes picture God having fun with our poor weather people. It is like He is saying "You just think you know what is going to happen..."
That being said, a little snow did come my way...
When we woke up, Christmas morning, the ground was all white and fluffy. It wasn't very deep, but it was just enough to create a beautiful white Christmas morning and let the kids enjoy a few snowballs.
Jordan with my three nephews.
Kayla with my nephew Tate.
Jordan. Tate making snow angels...
Kevin with my brother-in-law Kirk.
Kayla and our dog Baby girl.
The back door, when the snowball fight ended.
It was a beautiful, very cold, fun day!
Thanks for being patient as I continue to share my Christmas memories...