We woke up Christmas Eve to a white Christmas after all. A good six inches of fluffy stuff fell overnight, which along with a slight breeze, did a number in our little corner of the woods.
It was unspeakably lovely.
The day started out with the girls laying out our annual Junk Food Feast. Yes, we indulge in every bit of nutritionally useless stuff we never buy any other time of year. Don't ask, long story, but it's a treat the kids look forward to nearly as much as presents.
The idea is no one has to ask permission to eat anything, and potato chips for breakfast are fine. (On the upside, by Day Three they're begging for Brussels sprouts.)
In the morning, Don and I retired upstairs to wrap some gifts. We tend to recycle bows and ribbons from year to year, and mostly use grocery bags for wrapping paper.
However while we were so occupied, we noticed some activity past the end of our driveway. One of our neighbors (a sherriff's deputy) got his patrol car stuck in the snow. Another neighbor, trying to help, also got stuck.
So Don walked down with a snow shovel.
Then Older Daughter grabbed a shovel and went to help.
Then Younger Daughter joined the party, along with the neighbor's boys.
Lydia and Major watched everything.
After an hour or so, everyone was freed, and the neighbor with a snow plow attachment on his truck got us all cleaned out. Out here, folks have to help each other out.
In the evening our neighbors D and S came over. Their kids are grown and gone and living on the other side of the country, and they enjoy watching our kids open their gifts (which we do on Christmas Eve). D and S have been joining us every year since we arrived in Idaho, and Christmas Eve just wouldn't be the same without them. Some other friends, Mike and Judy, had plans to join us as well, but the state of our road was so bad (they live in town) that they decided to stay home.
Here the girls, after putting up with boring adult conversations that lasted way too long (in their opinion), decided to unify and put on puppy dog eyes (staring at Don) in an effort to get to the fun part.
It finally worked, and we gathered around the tree. Settling in to read Luke 2, Lydia decided she had to listen to the Christmas story as well.
Don reads the majesty of Jesus' birth.
We always have so much fun with D and S joining us.
Oh, and Lydia too.
This morning -- Christmas Day -- dawned clear and sunny. What a lovely gift.
I wish you all a joyous and blessed Christmas.
For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.