The predawn stillness was broken by rapid footsteps descending wooden stairs, tearing paper, laughing children and the roar of the snowblower and the scrape of the shovel….??
Christmas morning was going along so well…I managed, with only a tiny exaggeration at 5:47, to keep Mini-me in bed until 7:00 before she couldn’t stand it anymore. The kids were opening their offerings from Santa – bittersweet this year since I think it will be the last one that Mini-Me believes – when I looked outside. Ergh…it snowed again overnight. Ordinarily, we’d let it go a bit longer since we didn’t need to be out until later, but I also saw my elderly neighbor out shoveling her driveway. We have an arrangement – in exchange for the use of her snowblower, we take care of her snow removal. She’s expecting family today, so she decided to shovel it herself, I assume because she didn’t want to disturb our Christmas morning. She was already done with most of the driveway when I walked out onto the porch (in barefeet and pajamas) to do a small town yell and let her know we’d be there shortly to blow out what the snow plow had left in the end of her driveway.
Not exactly the idyllic Christmas morning I was expecting, but all in all, not so bad. I had started to clean off the car that doesn’t fit in the garage (don’t ask) but then decided to grab my phone to snap some pictures while I was out there. Trying not to track snow into the house, I called from the mudroom for one of the kids…no answer. Strange – I left them knee deep in wrapping paper in front of the tree. Leaving snow tracks, I went into the house to fetch my phone and found the wrapping paper all bagged up, and the kids…and their loot…no where in sight. They had packed up their stuff and relocated to their rooms to get down to business. A Christmas miracle!! Usually, there needs to be an act of congress to get these kids to haul their stuff upstairs!
Back outside, I returned to assist with the snow removal. Actually, my presence was pretty much de trop. Although there was at least three inches of new snow, it is of the sparkly, fluffy variety – I’m told the type of “powder” skiers love. (I wouldn’t know – the one and only time I skied, there were blue streaks all over the snow from where the butt of my new Levis slid down the slope. I understand that is not the proper form!) The snowblower makes pretty short work of this kind of snow, so I piddled around, cleaned off the front walk and the porch and took some pictures.
So the snow has all been moved (for now…weather radar shows another storm moving across the state from the west!) and we will mobilize shortly to head over to my sister’s house for brunch. Wherever today finds you, I wish you the very best of days…full of Joy, Hope, Love and Peace.
Happy Holidays from Ancient Armitage!!