My Snow Day came before I could even finish my Snow Day List! It came pretty big, too. We had to wait for the roads to clear Saturday in the late afternoon so we could car pile to the country, traipse over fields to pick out a lovely, delightful, oh-so-Christmas tree. Ours came decorated this year.
I love snow – but prefer it after Christmas because by then I am so ready for a Holiday from The Holiday. Snow Day is synonymous with sleeping in, my boys all wrapped up in quilts (kind of gift-like), bright red cheeks, hot chocolate and chicken noodle soup. Life just kind of stops to let life happen.
Life looks a little different. The doorway is cluttered with boots on a wet towel. Hats suddenly appear on the boys’ heads without my asking. Gloves become mismatched. The outside looks all clean and bleached white, while the inside looks jumbled and rag-tag. The hot chocolate cups pile up in the sink. Yes, life looks and feels a little different. But, oh, what a sweet difference.
Hugging Trees Christmas-Style
My teen fussed, “Do I have to go?. . . Can’t I stay at home?” After all, the two older ones weren’t going. But he went. Snow seems to freeze the grumbles, kind of magically. Despite tingly toes and pink fingers (hadn’t bought the gloves yet – LOL), there was lots of laughter, lots of snowballs bulls-eyed brother to brother. There’s something so family about the live Christmas Tree Journey. Moreso this year due to the snow.
The Littlest Tree Hugger of them All
Like any good family event, there’s nothing like a little politics thrown in the spice up the event. Our little guy is definitely not Al Gore’s kind of tree hugger! We hugged that tree right to our van, straight to our house!
I like it when God hollers, “Freeze” – the snows come and life stands still for a few days – and we have time to find that Joy in each other.
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