We woke up Christmas morning blanketed in fresh snow. Such an expanse of white is impossible to resist–coats and hats and gloves and scarves donned, we slipped into the white with glee.
There is something about fresh powder that is magical! The sound of snow beneath your feet is a silence you can almost hear. Soft shuffling, brightly colored snow birds we crunch, crunch, crunch our way. Our neighbors appeared in windows, we waved our Christmas greetings. Silent best wishes for a New Year–best wishes you can almost hear.
Looks like so much fun!
Beautiful. Isn’t it everyone’s dream to have a white Christmas?
OH…lucky lucky you! I was wishing for Christmas snow, or really…any snow at all. We had a slight dusting that was obliterated by rain…Oh well. At least it was cloudy and beautiful!
We didn’t get any new snow on Christmas, but the other stuff was still around. (it’s gone now though, so life is back to normal) I still have to un-decorate though!
Red is such a good color for your family, Sophie included. Happy happy New Year, dear Wende. May it be healthy and calm and full of peace and love.