So I'm writing this rather late. Yes, a bit tardy to the party, as Skipper would say. So it is July 2009 as I attempt to look back to our crazy snows of Christmas.
To be quite honest I don't remember very much about it. What I do remember is that from Thanksgiving break until Christmas break London hardly went to school at all.
We had purchased London this observatory set that we were pretty excited about, but a search on Amazon revealed to us that NO ONE liked it. Sucktacular. So I had to go out.
It was a rough and long trip to the toy store and, in the end, the replacement gift wasn't that good either.
Oh, and it is kind of coming back to me. Yes. During the week before Christmas, the only day that was clear enough to get out was Christmas Eve, and that just barely. I know because I had to go out in it.
The roads had clearly only welcomed the biggest of trucks—and even those with chains—over the past several days because the frozen grooves in the road were about a foot wider than the Corolla's wheel base and the mounded snow between those grooves was grander than my clearance.
The snow came back that night. It snowed on Christmas. Sarah was supposed to work on the following day but her car could not get out of the neighborhood either.
Her work was providing transportation to stranded workers but it took five hours for her to get there the first time she had to call a few days before Christmas. The day after Christmas she shared a cab with some coworkers. They just had to hike to the main roads for the cab to get them. Good times.
But I don't want this to sound complainy. In fact, it was wonderful! We just played in the snow and anticipated Santa's arrival. It really was wonderful.
I'll have to get Sarah to add her memories here. Maybe between the two of us we can paint a better picture.
To see more pictures of this christmas, click here.
