…all the snow in Alaska won’t make it white. – Bing Crosby
Like last year, I’m writing about Christmas back home a little bit out of order. I wanted to start by talking about snow, glorious snow. During Christmas 2011 we had almost none. This year, happily, we had a TON. This allowed for lots of opportunity for perfect winter-related activities. Like watching hockey. Or 4-wheeling. Or sleeping. Or sitting by the fire. Or eating.
I think this visit home worked so well because we didn’t try to make it about cramming in as many visits as possible all across Indianapolis, Northern Indiana, and Chicago. Rather, we prioritized time with family. That’s what it’s all about anyway.
When we went to bed on Christmas night there was little to no snow on the ground. This is normal for Indiana anymore, and I can hardly remember the last truly white Christmas I’ve had. But then we woke up on December 26th to a bit of good old-fashioned holiday magic.
A winter storm, the likes of which I hadn’t seen in years. Roads were closed. Businesses were closed. Folks were encouraged not to venture out to return unwanted gifts. Imagine that.
So we stoked the fire, sipped egg nog, munched on leftovers, and played board games.
So this is Christmas.
Up next, a visit to my alma mater and the church where we were married…