Yep. He/she sure did! Yesterday it snowed. Wait- I think this started on Thursday, didn’t it? I can’t remember. But yesterday we had a lot of snow, and it’s STILL snowing. SQUEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
As I was shoveling out the chicken run, I decided Santa needed to come early. The little girls were out in the snow with me, wearing their new gloves with glee. Once I finished with the chickens, I went back in and brought them a bag.
BOOTS!!! I’m not a fan of product endorsement in general, but one I don’t totally object to is Hello Kitty. And, when you live in the desert where boots are terribly difficult to find at all (unless you are in Tractor Supply, and had I been thinking with my whole brain, I would have started there first and seen if they had boots to match my chicken boots- but I digress ), it stands to reason you really can’t afford to be too picky in this kind of situation.
The little girls are *thrilled* beyond belief with the snow and the boots. J, 10, is still out shoveling the driveway. No kidding- the shovel standing up is nearly as tall as she is! And loaded with snow, I’m sure it’s just as heavy, too.
Hunny, who is a California boy and NOT a fan of snow if he has to be in it, thinks we are crazy. I, however, continue to really miss the snow, particularly around Christmas. There is only a single Christmas Day memory I have as a child where we did not have snow; it was around 60 degrees and we were outside riding bikes- in western Michigan. Then, it was a novelty, and not something we particularly enjoyed.
Christmastime and snow are like peanut butter and jelly. Like New Mexico and green chile. Like California and sun-dried tomato pizza. Like knitting and yarn. Like chickens and eggs. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh………….
J, 7, just came in and said, “I love these boots, Mama. I love, love, LOVE them!” ♥♥♥ She’s made her mark around the backyard with snow angels. She’ll be back out later, after her pants have dried a wee bit.
So, digging out? I shoveled a path from the house to the coop/run. None of the chickies came out yesterday because of the snow, and at least a foot had accumulated in there. I will have to get back out this afternoon and shovel out some more, with the way it’s still falling. Their ramp was totally covered, and they would have been swallowed with the accumulation. Most of them are outside now, under the the non-snowed portion because I bribed them with goodies and was able to pick them up and put them outside.
Hunny spent about 30 minutes digging out his truck. Tromping on the side, the snow was up to his knees, and he’s 6 feet tall. I think it’s safe to say we’ll have a white Christmas. He’s out getting gas now and he still has some shopping left to do. I have to go to the other end of town to get our annual shrimp and crab platter and the plan is to do church tonight before heading over to the grandparent’s. We’ll see how the roads are.
If nothing else, it is magical to watch it fall, while drinking something hot. If nothing else, there is nothing better than being hunkered down in a house full of your favorite people, knowing there is nothing pressing to have to get to and that there is plenty of time to just kick back and enjoy being. If nothing else, there is nothing better than knowing the real reason behind the holiday and knowing that everyone (even if you don’t believe at this moment right now) is welcome to God’s love, grace, mercy, and blessings, though they may be disguised. It’s never too late to begin believing; God is ready when you are.
We are blessed. I hope you are feeling it, too! Merry Christmas!