A three-day storm with howling wind, a plummeting temperature, rain turning to snow–that was Christmas in Utah. I spent Christmas Eve with my daughter and her sons and Christmas Day with my son and his family–12 people for dinner (not counting two little girls.
My grandson Jesse called at 6:30 am to tell me not to drive in the blizzard, his Dad Richard would come after me in the 4-wheel-drive truck. And shovel me a walk space through the drifted snow. Then it took us almost 6 hours to unwrap all the gifts–one by one, each one in turn, as family members came and went in the snow. What a Christmas we have had.
And not one sleigh or pair of ice skates or snow board in the lot. Winter coats to be sure–but no mittens. No ear muffs. Almost none of the trappings of winter–not even the fireplace. Just snow and more snow.
It has been along time since we had this much snow, covering the whole state, on Christmas day. Your favorite genealogist, Arlene Eakle
PS Stay tuned for life in Utah in December–some very cool things, wrapped in hilarity and sugar. Ha! Ha!