When there is big white fluffy snow on the ground, I actually love winter. I clench my chattering teeth into a smile and it feels okay to be freezing cold, when there is big fluffy snow flakes falling down. When it snows, winter is alright in my books – call me crazy, it’s okay I don’t mind. Over the weekend we had a bit of a snowstorm (I say a bit, because for the rest of Canada this amount of snow is sorta peanuts) it snowed for 24 hours straight and Sunday we woke up to a beautiful snow filled day. We bundled up, Chris and I of course never bundle ourselves quite warm enough – and hit the slopes, the sledding slopes. Obviously, by the rosey cheeks and smiles – it was a great day.
And now I am off to get all bundled up, and hit the shopping crowds – because Christmas shopping just isn’t Christmas shopping unless, it’s last minute and filled with crowds of angry impatient people (just smells like Christmas). You know what I mean?