I’m dreaming of…

The other day the boys asked me what a “white” Christmas was. So I explained it meant SNOW. That everything was covered with beautiful, powdery melt-in-your-mouth, freezing cold, snow.

Even after my explanation they seemed confused.

But then I paused and looked around. We were sitting on our backyard porch in shorts and bare feet. We were eating a picnic lunch and reviewing our science lesson. We were warm and content in 69 degree weather… in the middle of December.

I guess it’s not a wonder that they didn’t understand.

What is up with this place called the South? And why don’t we have SNOW??!?!?!

Though I’ve only enjoyed a few truly white Christmases myself, I feel kind of bad for them. Most mornings Joshua peeks out the window and says, “Ahhhh!! No snow. It’s not Christmas.”

Snow

Living in the South is enjoyable on so many levels. But I think the snow is maybe the best so far.

Why?

Because snow in the South means the city shuts down, the Army base closes, and we get a free day, a snow day, a stay at home and drink hot cocoa day.

And I love it.

And this seems to happen regardless of the amount of snow... 2 inches or 10 inches... or like this morning where nearly everything shut down before the snow even started falling.

See why I love the South?

Dusting





Last night, we received a dusting of snow from the hand of our Creator.

Just a dusting.

But just a dusting is all we needed...

to remind us that it is winter,

to make us thankful for God's blessings,

to let us delight in the warmth and comfort of our home,

and to make the boys say, "It really IS Christmas-time!!" with shouts of joy and glee.

It was also just enough snow to cancel school in the area, put the Army base on two hour delay, and keep everyone off the roads.

See. We're not the only ones that think a dusting is a big deal. You have to love the South.


DPP, Day 16