It is Christmas evening.
My children are under their new electric blankets, cozy, watching "A Christmas Story."
Dylan has his new neck massager and is drinking from his new mug.
Eva is snuggling with her warm-up alpaca.
This has been a holiday to remember.
For two weeks now, the news has been warning us of an impending storm.
A storm of the century!
Lets back up.
My Christmas gift of a peaceful holiday came in the form of a snow day. Thursday, schools were cancelled for Friday. ...Which is quite ok, because then we could actually have time to prepare for the holiday, and celebrate a day early.
But Friday. We woke up. Embraced the day and the 70 mph winds. We lost power for most of the day. We wrapped presents, finished the gingerbread houses and played.
That night we were "supposed" to go carroling. Cancelled.
The next day of the blizzard, we got homework done, and finished up cleaning the house. We were supposed to go out for Christmas Eve. Cancelled.
Christmas morning, my ninos woke up at the crack of dawn, and snuggled in bed together. They waited to wake us up, which was very sweet! We had a nice, relaxing morning. Everyone was thankful and appreciative.
I received the best gifts of them all! Eva wrote me a poem, adapted from one that is our favorites at Christmas time. Dylan wrote me a "Who would win" book. This is where you compare the characteristics of the animals and decide which would survive in a battle. Dylan also drew me a blue print of my dream house, and made me a card.
My family was supposed to come over. Cancelled.
We did venture out as a family, just a couple miles (during a driving ban...) The roads were like semitruck graveyards. The roads were lined with abandoned vehicles. It was wild. We stayed for a while, and then headed home.
I woke up the next morning and took down our dead tree. Finally, out of its misery, it could RIP.
We proceedes as normal. We went through our routines. Come Friday, school was CANCELLED!!
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