My daughter and cat Moonshadoe during our nearly white Christmas
As a child I prayed, dreamed and wished for a white Christmas with all my heart. You see the part of California where I live doesn't get snow but once every ten to fifteen years.
When my daughter was six, it snowed in my home town and it stayed for a week. It was beautiful and cold. My daughter and I built small snowmen from the snow on the car. We had a snowball fight with daddy.
There were icicles hanging on the trees. The snow stayed on the roofs and front yards of all the houses in town. My home town looked as charming as a Christmas card.
The snow stayed for a week and then two days before Christmas it melted. So I nearly had the white Christmas I had always dreamed of, but it was still magical.
