So I grew up spoiled! It's not my fault. We lived in South Lake Tahoe which meant we always had a white Christmas and I LOVED it. OK! So I admit it was just horrible to HAVE to go skiing every Christmas...Mom worked at a small family run ski area and so she had to work that day. no big deal. we loved to ski and I used to race. it was a blast and my childhood was something found in fairy tales...well until I moved to this agricommunity and almost got run over by a tractor on my first day of high school. believe me, I clicked my heels saying over and over "there's no place like home" but alas I was stuck here where I still live today. So, the fact that my kids were dying for a white Christmas was great. I've wanted one for years...there's nothing like it. This was the scene at my in-law's house. it was great. Every once in awhile I would see my Molly pressing her nose to the window just to watch it snow. It was cuter than cute. So, although I didn't need to shovel my car out we did have a great Christmas!!! The funny part though, is a friend of mine was spending Christmas with her family jsut about 25 miles away and her boys were praying for a white Christmas. I'll have to thank them on Sunday...their prayers really came through...of course where they were at no snow fell. Sorry boys! Maybe next year!!!