Recently I overheard someone ask another what their favorite Christmas present was. It got me thinking, what was mine?
I thought, a rather long time.
Turns out I remember more about other things, than what the gifts were.
I thought some more and it finally came to me.
My favorite gift was not from a person at all, but from mother nature.
My father had moved us from sunny southern California to rainy cold Washington. I was beyond upset, having gotten not only food positioning the first day at my new school, but also chicken pox. So, I was pretty sure nothing good was ever going to come from Washington.
Christmas morning 1991 came and I woke, to the first time ever…to snow! And it was still snowing…ON CHRISTMAS MORNING! I mean a ton of snow had fallen over night, but it had yet to stop.
My father insisted that I open one present before I ran outside. It was a disposable camera.
Thank you all for your visits to my blog through out 2017. I hope my posts have inspired, informed, taught, and provided a smile. I will be on blog hiatus for the rest of December, returning with a new look come January (as I do every year). I wish y’all a wonderful Christmas and a bright New Year. Write to you in 2018.