Large,lazy snowflakes began to drift down across the church courtyard right during the 11:00 a.m. Sunday School class. They continued off and on all afternoon, sometimes so thick, it made you feel like you were in the middle of a snowball that had just been tipped over.
By the time I left to go to the 6:00 p.m. choir concert, everything was glistening in a pure white powder sugar coating. I couldn't help humming, "It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!"
This brought back great memories from last Christmas when we met Kira and Peter, plus Pete's parents in adorable log cabins in Moonlight Basin in southern Montana. The whole family,including Evan and Eric, Tacy and Stephen (except for the grandbaby, Molly)went skiing at Big Sky. And I was able to visit with our dear friends, Cindy and Darius, who live in the quaint little town of Big Sky; in fact, our family...all 11 of us ended up at their house for dinner. What wonderful memories of snowy Christmas.
Family time is a precious part of celebrating Christmas.
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