Sunday morning and we are snowed in. The local radio stations announce cancellations while cold gusts of wind whip the snowstorm into a frenzy. Plows can’t keep up (or don’t bother?…), and so it’s decided: we’ll stay home.
Can’t say I mind. There’s nothing as snuggly and cuddly as an impromptu day at home with a Christmas tree, food, blankets, and a fire in the hearth — with a blanket of snow piled high outside the window.
I just wish we could open presents. Seems like a perfect day for that.