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White Christmas

There’s something wonderful about a white Christmas. But the best kind of white is the white that comes either before you travel or once you’ve arrived. As we drove to Iowa to celebrate Christmas with my family, the drizzle that was falling in Kansas City, turned into rain by Bethany, into sleet by Lamoni and into snow in Osceola. We pushed onward at 30 miles an hour as driving snow pounded us from the north.

While physically straining, the effect of the heavy snow falling straight towards us through the December darkness created a sensation as though we were sitting still. It was calming and peaceful while at the same time treacherous and white-knucking. We made it up my parent’s driveway just as Dad was shoveling off the first couple of inches. We told stories and ate Mom’s home-made chicken noodle soup as the Christmas blizzard dumped two inches of snow an hour outside.

I always enjoy going home. I especially enjoy it at Christmas time. It turns out I enjoy it even more over a warm bowl of soup to melt away the stress of getting there.

2 Comments

  1. Fred
    Posted January 2, 2013 at 2:20 pm | #

    Sorry we missed the chicken noodle soup…oh and sorry we missed you guys as well!

  2. Aaron Atkinson
    Posted January 3, 2013 at 4:12 pm | #

    So are we FrEddie. Next time. Hope you had a great Christmas and we’re looking forward to visiting with you both sometime soon.

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