It feels less like Christmas time if I just stay home. But it's begun snowing, which makes me very happy.
That reminds me, I don't think I've ever written about why I love snow so much. Let me start by saying, I don't think the same way a lot of people do (in case you haven't noticed). My grandma died some years ago around Christmas, and that is probably my most memorable Christmas. Not my best Christmas, but it wasn't as bad as you might expect. It was full of family and a few small miracles.
She had told my grandpa that she was going to get everyone home for Christmas, and most of the family did stay around for Christmas day. She had loved snow. As soon as everyone had made it safely to the town, a light snow began. My grandpa said she was cleaning up the world. And that's my favorite way of looking at snow. It covers everything in peace and beauty. Snow is the most beautiful weather to me (though I do hate driving in it!).
So Christmas is a special time to me. I want to share my love for the season with everyone. I want everyone to feel the true meaning of Christmas. It is the vest time of the year.
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