Our Christmas has been lovely. The snow won't quite dumping, making Christmas seem so real and right here. The world really does seem calm and bright wrapped in a fluffy white blanket.
Ginger loves the snow, but we do not appreciate the boots she drags in.
After all the presents were opened and played with, and the Christmas party was over, Sam said, "I wish it went: Saturday. Sunday, Christmas,.....Saturday, Sunday, Christmas..."