By the time I was done and heading back to pick the twins up from preschool the snow was beginning to stick to the ground. Tim and Tab were ecstatic. Tim was dying to make a snowball. I told him to wait and see if the snow would build up on the grass, because if he tried to make one from the snow on the dirt it would be muddy. He stared out the window all afternoon. He wore his coat and had his gloves ready. He waited anxiously for some big kids to get home from school so they would play with him outside. (Tabs doesn't care much for the cold, much like her mother.) At last at four o'clock he coaxed three of his older siblings outside. There was enough snow on the ground to make this guy. We usually get and inch or snow here every year, but it is so little that it seems magical every time. Usually we get our snowfall in January. In the seven years we have lived here we have NEVER had snow BEFORE Christmas. Dare we hope to have our first "White Christmas" ever?