Snow on Christmas Day

For years since I was a little girl I have always wanted snow on Christmas Day. Living in the most heated cities in Texas always prevented that while growing up, but I have not lived in Texas for 19 years.

Here in Arkansas we get sleet, ice and on RARE occasions the white stuff northerners call snow, to which one of my friends says she is 'beyond the point where snow is pretty' ... and although I don't understand it personally from days, weeks and months of having snow, but I was beyond that point thinking it was pretty when trying to figure out if we could leave the state to travel to Texas to see my dad and other family members.

Upon returning home from our trip we still had snow here and there, and 90% of it was no longer pretty. It was clumped up in what can only be described as white boulders that has been rolled around in black dirt.

So it did snow on Christmas Day, evening anyway and we played a bit in it in the dark. The next morning we woke up to 8 inches of snow that blanketed the ground, roads, rooftops and trees. Ice sickles hung from all the rooftops and gutters. It was pretty until it started to melt.

But we had fun in it while it lasted.