Note: Please ignore my Dad’s questionable fashion sense. It’s hopeless. Trust me, we’ve tried.
This is the first Christmas I can even remember having a White Christmas here in South Texas – Christmas 2004. I vaguely remember being sick, Mom too, but staying inside was not an option. Usually Christmas barely feels like winter – it’s usually in the 60s- but that year was wonderful. We had our first family snow fight (I’m taking the pic) on the front lawn, all of us hurling snowballs with jubilant abandon.