And I am a glamorous campus custodian, therefore my Christmas present today was that I got to shovel the entryways! Yippee Skippy!
That is Morgan, my cool coworker. He shovels snow like a pro even though he's from Seattle and he says that when it snows in Seattle people just hide in their houses until it goes away.
That is a trash can. But it has snow on it, so it's artistic.
This is me at my best angle (the so-dark-you-can't-really-see-me angle). Yep. And I was a shoveling maniac out there.
Note: TOMS are not the best shoe choice ever when it comes to shoveling snow. Just FYI. But it does help a little bit if you sing the two lines that you know from "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas" over and over in a creepy man voice.
All sarcasm aside, I really did enjoy the winter wonderland God gave us today. There's nothing quite like a little snow to put me in the Christmas spirit. It was strangely therapeutic to scrape that snow from the sidewalks, too. I became quite nostalgic for the Christmases in New Hampshire that I miss so much.
This is what Christmas is supposed to look like.
We lived in a snow globe.
So many memories of shoveling that driveway with my little brothers and sister. The shoveling turned into snowball fights, which turned into fort-making contests, which led to the driveway somehow never getting fully shoveled. But it was okay, because instead of getting upset at us, Dad crawled into our forts with us and helped us build snowmen to guard the front doors.
Nothing is Christmas to me more than that.
(Yes, that is our mailbox.)
Some of the best memories I have are of being snowed in at this place with the car stuck in the icy, un-shoveled driveway while we huddled up in the mudroom next to the fireplace bundled in giant sweatshirts and homemade quilts.
Merry Christmas, everyone.
And to those of you in New Hampshire, tell it I miss it for me.
What is Christmas to you?
Do you like shoveling?
Have you ever sung "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas" in a creepy man voice?