White Christmas

"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas with every Christmas card I write. May your days be merry and bright and may all your Christmases be white."-Irving Berlin

White Christmases were once a thing that we heard about in songs and saw on Christmas cards and in movies. We often joked about brown Christmases, when all the grass had died from the heat and the flowers had shriveled up in the rockhard flower beds. There were certainly no serene yards and frosted up windows to take photos of. While I will always miss the heat and the feel of home associated with a South African Christmas, my first white Christmas was indeed very picturesque and movie-like. 

Instead of dragging out the old plastic tree, we hunted and chopped down our own pine. (No one told us that decorating a real tree would be such a painful, complicated process.)

Instead of sitting in the garden to cool down, we huddled under blankets and watched Elf. Instead of  watermelon,fruit and cream there was hot steam pudding and custard for dessert. 

Right now words evade me and I am void of any profound Christmas quotes so I will let these pictures (and their captions) speak for themselves. Merry Christmas cyber world!

Christmas lights downtown Quesnel.

Homemade Christmas decoration.

A blurry, green picture of Jesse and our tree.

Pre-Christmas snowfall.

Name card holder.

Frosty mobile.

Bauble.

Zoe popping the cork on our fizzy apple.

Our street at about 4 in the afternoon.

Sparkling snow.

Christmas lights.

Snowy chainlink fence.

Black and white apple tree.

The last of Summer's grass.

Footprints going across the deck.

Our Life Group's last meeting before Christmas.