Over the holidays, friends from southern California made a surprise visit. Although my buddy grew up in Michigan, complete with it’s snowy winters, his bride and their three sons are California-raised. As such, snow is a greatly hoped for occurrence during any Christmas-time visit. This year did not disappoint.

With only mild embarrassment they admitted to becoming distracted by the awe-inspired beauty of the snow in the mall parking lot. Pictures were taken of the fluffy white precipitation and a spontaneous snowball fight erupted. People were staring, but they didn’t care. The snow was too glorious and joy abounded. (It is inconceivable that I would ever use “joy” and “snow” in the same sentence.)

They hoped for more snow—and the opportunity to take more pictures. I am pleased to say that they got their wish!

As a winter-jaded Michigander, I approach the snow season a little less enthusiasm each year. Yes, I want snow, but it doesn’t need to last for three or four months. For me, the ideal schedule is for it to snow on Christmas Eve and melt the day after News Years Day. As you can see from the above picture, it is not melting!

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