Isn't a white Christmas what everyone dreams of? The weatherman said there was no chance for a white Christmas. It turned out to be true. But surpisingly, the day after was another story. As my grandma used to say "It was a day late and a dollar short", but it was still pretty.![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5qGoBB5RTN28p-7XUQgG6YrPBNyg9iOiTQ7US2LiCIn3iGsgrIrtEgWVXam5uYN2x8od1UCxS4rT84hyuhEdFKXBINas99z_JW2hm2t2rEb6SY7MZlEYVkdL51_irro7XJB3R/s320/o.jpg)
A scenic picture.
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Getting ready to go play.
BRrrr.
Topanga and Anna
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