Each year home is a little different. Each year it seems more desirable to stay in our home for Christmas rather than traveling for 11 hours on potentially treacherous roads to "Go Home."
I still look forward to going home but my house after so many years feels like home too. Nevertheless, I'll be home for Christmas. That is assuming we make it through the blizzard.
Here's to snow drifts taller than I am, family, old movies, antiquing, cowboys and Anna's Greek Salad. Soon I will be marveling at the top of Lookout pass and saying as I do every year, "It is so pretty here."
May the peace of the Lord be with you and your family as we celebrate his birth and his remarkable gift to us.
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