We had Christmas with family. We left early enough to "not outrun" but to blow in with the Northwest blizzard. We were the last to drive the Columbia River Gorge preceding Christmas, passing through the interstate gates 18 minutes before closure. We were able to enjoy literally being snowed in with parents, sisters, brothers, nephews, nieces, and cousins for five days. We woke up before dawn on Christmas morning, creeping around by candlelight, grinding coffee beans in an antique mill because of a power outage. Lights came on mid-morning in time to heat cinnamon rolls and blend orange juliuses. It was a memorable Christmas for all, steeped in traditions.
Christmas Snow on the Crabapple
Family Portrait Outtakes
More Snow and Graham Cracker Houses
We scoured the cupboards and found tube frosting from birthday cake endeavors, jelly beans from Easter, Candy Corn from October, licorice from who knows, marshmallows and graham crackers from Summer S'mores, chocolate chips, and Trader Joe's organic, no artificial food dye suckers - Voila!
Waking up to December Snow
Gabe and Lydia woke up to snow this morning. They woke an hour early. Snow on the forecast and teasing Saturday afternoon flurry had them longing and pleading for snow. They woke this morning with the joyful squeals of hopes fulfilled. It was like Christmas morning. They received the snow as a wonderful gift. I had them in snow clothes and out the door in no time. They stayed out for an hour before coming in to warm up, dress, fill their bellies with warm scottish oats and cream, and heading to church.
The Season of Christmas
Cutting the Tree
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