We had traveled back home to Louisiana for our first Christmas after moving here to Texas. A new friend of ours called on Christmas day to say that it was snowing, about a foot deep, which was a big deal here in the deep south. We finished up our Christmas with family, grabbed our two granddaughters who would be staying with us for a week, and headed back to TX that night.We arrived at 1:30 AM. It was beautiful!The girls and I ran all over our front yard, playing,throwing snowballs and making snow angels, while my husband tried to quiet us a bit to keep our exuberance from waking the neighbors!The next Christmas Pop and Nana were not thinking about the snow from the year before, but it brought sad faces to our girls when we drove up.They looked out the window and asked us," Where is the snow?", thinking it snowed here for Christmas every year!
