While the parents decorated the halls for Christmas yes Christmas, you can say Christmas here at this school, the kids sipped hot chocolate in class, ran in and out chasing snowflakes, and Christmas music piped through the halls. By the time Kenny and I had strung lights down the entire Kindergarten hallway, Emmi had her fill of the cold. She was over the snow, and refused to go out again. Her first real snow over and done with. She was decidedly not a fan.
I, however, was still in awe. I count the number of times I have been in snow on one hand. Maybe two. No more than that, though. I ran around outside taking pictures that is snow, not rain, I swear, until I remembered snow is cold. And? I don't much like cold.
But it sure is pretty once every five years.