The local news channel and the weather alert on my phone says possible snow tonight. Everyone who lives here knows, that our local news makes a big deal of what, more often than not, turns out to be a few flakes at the most. But last year we had a highly unusual white Christmas week! We had snow, snow, and more snow...
and I loved every minute of it! The gifts were all purchased, the groceries were all bought, so we huddled up indoors and I baked, and baked and baked.
The sons-in-law had four wheel drives, so they were able to get around fine. The kids and grandkids came over to hang out and play games. Papa and I pulled the grandkids around the neighborhood on sleds one evening.
It seemed as if the whole neighborhood had the same idea...an evening stroll in a winter wonderland. Everyone in our city had been forcibly slowed down by the weather...made, like us, to hibernate together, those last few days before Christmas. The neighbors all looked relaxed, happy. Smiles and friendly greetings abounded to the point that grandson said, "Wow, Nana, are all these people your friends?" It seemed as if the weather had blanketed the season in calm...instead of running about frantically scouting the malls for last minute gifts, the neighbors were out being neighborly. And I loved it...I loved every snowy homebound day...I'm secretly wishing for a repeat this year.