I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know.
Actually, I'm my Mother's daughter. I wasn't dreaming of a White Christmas because my kids were on the road. Brent was driving from Kentucky. Jill, Eric, Kinley and an extra passenger, Hannah (Kinley's first cousin), were driving to Eric's parents' house in Iowa.
Thankfully, they did their first round of Christmas traveling on Friday, ahead of the storm. But, Randy & I decided to stay home from the K-State vs. Gonzaga game at the Intrust Bank Arena in Wichita on Saturday because of the ice and snow. And then I watched it snow ... and snow ... and snow some more on Saturday night.We ended up with about 9.5 inches of snow by Sunday morning.
I was ready to sing Seal & Crofts "Summer Breeze," just to inspire a change in the weather. But, I got a White Christmas instead. (Even though the snow may be melted by Christmas Day, we've having our little family Christmas today on the 23rd and will be at my folks' house in Pratt County for Christmas Eve. So it counts.)
new colored floodlights provided more holiday decor than I'd bargained for.(The falling snow even gave me some natural bokeh (those little dots of light in the pictures), a term I'd never even heard of before I read it on The Pioneer Woman's blog.
And they were. Merry Christmas to me! That's the best present of all.