A White Christmas
It’s rare that snowfall exceeds more than a couple inches so early in the winter, but then again, nothing about this holiday season was proving to be normal. On the 23rd, a nor’easter moved in and dumped two glorious feet of white, powdery snow on the Kringles’ sleepy little town.
Mr. Kringle ran the snow blower three separate times.
Mrs. Kringle shoveled the walkways and scrubbed the foyer tile, cleaning up after snowy boots.
But still, it was uncertain as to whether everyone would be able to dig themselves out in time for the festivities.