We awoke on Christmas morning to several inches of snow. Truly a white Christmas.
Here are early Christmas morning pictures.
As someone who was raised in the South all the little things about snow were foreign to me until I moved to Colorado. Things like how quiet everything becomes with a layer of snow on the ground, how pristine everything looks, how much of a pain it is to shovel so the dog will have a potty path, how driving on solid ice is possible, but a challenge.
Here are the photos of our quiet Christmas morning. As Scott and I shoveled that path, I took the time to thank God for sending his Son for us.
The stillness of the morning reminded me of one of my favorite verses: "Be still and know, that I am God." Psalm 46:10
One of our outside Christmas trees. So much snow the branches are drooping.
Close up of one of my favorite ornaments on our tree.