Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

It seems like that's where the record God was listening to got stuck. Anyone in the area dreaming of a White Christmas probably wondered if they were awake yet when they looked outside this morning. Though for some, it probably seemed more like a White Nightmare.

I do have to say though that the 9-12 inches of snow we got last night made for the most exciting and exhausting Christmas I can ever remember. When I walked outside this morning I couldn't help but feel like I was in a bad post-apocalyptic movie. It felt like all of the world was holding its breath. Three cars were scattered randomly on what used to be a road like people had abandoned them to run for their lives from an incoming commit. Where there used to be a road, there was only drifts of powdery white snow as far as I could see. It was radiant and eery all at the same time.

Then, the world's cheeks must have been getting blue and sore because it exhaled rapidly. The growl of starting snow-blowers echoed up and down the block as dazed and heavily bundled fathers and grandfathers drug themselves out of their houses to clear their family a path to Christmas with loved ones. However, their efforts were all in vain. Clear driveways could not ensure a clean getaway because the pale powdery sea that was smothering Bramblewood Ln swallowed any car that dared enter its wake.

We spent all morning pushing people out of the street and waiting for the snow plow so that we could go to my grandmother's house across town. Finally, at 11:00 am, the Ronhovde Snow Patrol (Uncle Doug and Uncle Craig) came to our rescue. In a daring effort, we braved the frozen sea of flakes and trudged a full quarter mile to meet our saviors on a plowed road.

It's been quite a day. One that I am certain will be fondly relived during future Christmas's with the Ronhovde clan. The most beautiful thing about today was the way everyone came together to help each other out. On our block, people were snow-blowing each other's walks and pushing each-others cars out of snowbanks. As we drove across town, I saw friends helping each other start cars and clear walks, and one very brave soul was even standing in an intersection with a broken traffic light and directing traffic until someone got there to fix it. It was a stunning reminder of what this season, and life in general, is meant to be about.