My front garden and pathway outside my house last night, the snow had stopped falling by the time hubby left work. I wasn't aware it was snowing until Mum rang and told me and then half way through our conversation about arrangements for Christmas Day, Dad burst in to say that the snow had stopped, and we all groaned in disappointment. Seconds later, I could hear Dad's cheers in the back ground as snow was still coming down on the roads, houses, gardens and was settling. Part of the excitment is how we all reverse to being children again, this is probably due to the overall lack of snow we get in UK it is so scarce for us, we can still see it's magical qualities.
See you all later when I read The Night Before Christmas by Clement Clarke Moore, it is my all-time favourite poem, and traditionally it is read outloud in the family household every Christmas Eve.
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