Because, of course, we've got drifts everywhere, thanks to the 18 inches of snow we've gotten:
And it hasn't stopped snowing yet. We'll see what today brings, but they're saying the snow should move on by tomorrow. Plenty of shoveling and snowman-building in our future, methinks.
We made it to Christmas Eve Mass. The girls were praying all day that we'd be able to go and although the snow started here on Wednesday (I think -- at this point, it's all one huge, white blur to me) there was quite a lull on Thursday afternoon. So, we got to Mass without any real trouble, although by the time we headed home, it was snowing and blowing again. A lot. We said a prayer of thanksgiving when we pulled into the driveway, and said quite a few more throughout the evening when we nearly lost power a number of times. But, the power stayed on, we enjoyed our dinner of hor d'oeuvres (though I later got sick ... urgh ... must be a virus, because everyone else was fine, so no food poisoning) and Santa Claus came through. He left a lot of books this year -- always a good thing. He ate all of Atticus's fudge. And he put Baby Jesus in the nativity set manger, as he always does. Ramona checked to make sure of that.
Good job, Santa.
Grandma and Grandpa sent Ramona her dream doll -- an American Girl Rebecca doll. I don't think Rebecca left Ramona's arms yesterday, except for a brief art session that resulted in this portrait:
Happy Feast of St. Stephen!