Growing up in Indiana you just expect to have a white Christmas. I have such fond memories of bundling up and heading to Schaaf's hill with the neighborhood kids pulling our sleds. We would sled down the hill, make snowmen and build forts to have snowball fights. The only reason we would go back in the house is because our fingers and toes were aching with the cold. Once inside we would put our feet on the furnace register and hold a cup of hot chocolate in our hands. Aah, the sweet pain of it all! Now that I live in south Georgia I can't tell you when I had a White Christmas. I secretly wish for one every year and this year much to my suprise it happened! Although we were at Patrick's home in north Georgia it started happening by mid morning. By early evening we were out building a snowman and having snowball fights! It was hard to tell who was having more fun, the kids or the adults! Alas, the ole Nitro was snowed in and we were able to enjoy and extra day of snow play. Cory arrived home safely from overseas to Virginia only days before Christmas. Our family is so blessed! Happy snowballing!
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