Every year I hope for snow at Christmas.
I experienced a beautiful, quiet snow storm when we were in Denver just before Christmas, and thought that would have to do. I sat in a glass room at the spa, sipping detox tea and warming myself in front of the fire as I watched the snow swirl. It was a wonderful moment.
But not as great as having snow fall in Portland on Christmas day. What a surprise! So here is Lucy, the Arizona puppy, experiencing her first snow, and Boomer, impervious to snow with his thick fur coat, getting out for some fun in the white stuff.
And the family Christmas Eve dinner in all it's mayhem and glory.
Cheers!
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