It's Christmastime again and we're in Erie again, but this time our Christmas will be white. It started snowing yesterday afternoon and then stopped after delivering a light dusting, but overnight the snow returned and we had five to six inches of fluffy vanilla frosting this morning when we woke. It feels very strange. This will be our first 'White Christmas' in about 32 years — since we moved out of Connecticut.
Jessica, of course, revels in it. This is what she moved North for. I admit I haven't dealt with the stuff in many years and I do not consider that 'a problem'. It will continue to be 'not a problem' until the new Ford has to be moved. Keep your fingers crossed.