White Christmas

I got out of bed a little before ten on this Christmas morning. Shortly thereafter, the family opened their gifts. Andrew got a keyboard, a full sized noise maker. Jeff was pleasantly shocked with his new laptop, a story in itself. Dad picked up the tab for the laptop I bought for myself. I also received a cell phone, my first. I suppose I am now a bona fide member of the 21st century. Dad gave Mom an iPod. She made no secret of her desire to have an MP3 player. We had lunch a few hours later. We had a baked ham, sweet potato casserole and spinach casserole, along with an assortment of miscellaneous side dishes. Following that meal we had intended to drive to Metairie to see my dad’s family. However, we stayed home all day due the bad weather. The roads were icy and several major thoroughfares were closed. I understand we’ll be going there tomorrow afternoon. After lunch I used the computer on and off. Looking out the window I could see the bitter cold weather outside. Sleet was falling, Andrew insisted it was snowing. Before long he was right. For the first time in 50 years, there was a white Christmas in New Orleans. There had been no snow here at all since 1989. I hadn’t seen snow since leaving Colorado about eight years ago. Like most everyone else here I was quite surprised. Andrew played outside for a while and built a snowman. I took a number of pictures. A lot of the neighbors were outside to observe the rare spectacle. Later in the evening, I played a game of Scrabble with Andrew, Mom and grandma. I also updated the log a bit. I finally finished watching The Manchurian Candidate.

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