For the first time in 15 years, the Texas Gulf Coast was blessed with a White Christmas. Seabrook had perhaps 2” of snow, and Galveston received 4” on Christmas Eve. I’d never imagined that I would be engaged in a snowball fight in southeast Texas on Christmas Eve. It was magical.
Having grown up two hours south of the Canadian border, seeing snow was nothing new for me. I was excited- the first snow of the season is always special, particularly here since it is such a rarity- but Susand and the neighhborhood kids were beside themselves. When some of these kids last saw snow, they hadn’t learned to walk or talk, much less throw snowballs.
I have some pictures that I will always cherish, and I’d like to share them with you. Those of you who live in more nortern climes may not think snow a big deal, but trust me on this one. It was a VERY bid deal. When you go 15 years between measurable snowfalls, engaging in a Christmas Eve snowball fight is a very magical memory.
The snow is gone, of course, but I will always remember our White Christmas. This one was special.
