Yes, I know Christmas has passed. But I didn't make it to 1, and we still have friends coming to make sugar cookies on Thursday, so the count goes on.
It snowed 3 feet on Christmas Day, and it was the worst storm anyone could remember. Not so much because of the amount of snow, but because the temperature was right at freezing. The snow was really wet and heavy and so trees were falling in the roads.
This tree is having a little rest on our roof top. The roads were closed, the power was out, cell phones were down, and the ski resort ran two lifts on generators.
I made everyone hit the slopes because I have skied in worse, but mostly we spent the day snug in our lodge.
The kids played cards in the basement by candlelight. This is the next day when the power was back on.
It's harder than you might think to make a cheerful snowman. Ours in Texas always looked like thugs.
Winston wore the same clothes for nearly the whole trip, because his suitcase was full of books. To my brother Austin, Winston loves "The call of the wild." We are on the train and Winston's Kindle is out of power.
We spent the night in Milan, and the Hilton had two rooms set up for us, but they put the two bathrobes in the kids' room. His Highness was quite pleased with himself. We could not convince him that he should wait till AFTER he bathed to put on the clean bathrobe.
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