Christmas Eve

More snow. No news that one. This second it is falling perfectly in sizable fluffy flakes while the Nutcracker plays and Julia draws pictures of dancers on her white board. The temperature is warmed than it has been and these flakes has piled themselves neatly on branches of trees -- we don't get that tree laden look when the temperature is colder (Is that true?). David comes from upstairs and comments, "what a perfect snow fall." So, time to go outside and blow some away from walks and driveways. David is trying his hand at figgy pudding and Julia is determined to remain in her pjs with wild hair for as long as she can today.