The weather forecasters predicted a white Christmas, but I didn’t believe them because when are weather forecasters ever right? I mean, there hasn’t been a white Christmas in Atlanta in about 140 years.
They were right this time because this is what we woke up to on Christmas morning.
Granted, we were north of Atlanta in Chattanooga, but still. Snow! We took Lucy out for a little bit (not too long because I totally spaced and forgot her hat and mittens at home), and she loved the snow. She laughed and laughed.
Until she fell in the snow. Then, she didn’t like it so much.
My brothers and nephew had fun making a snowman.
It was pretty and fun, but it got old, especially after being snowed in. I definitely will be happy to NOT have a white Christmas next year!