Outside, the snow fell all day. Not the weightless snow of the day before but the heavier snow my son calls, "packing snow." He spent his time in the packing snow shoveling our walk and driveway. It was no small task given the depth of the day's accumulation. My daughter spent the time packing her section of snow into the shape of an angle while snow pushed down her back and up into her hat.
I went outside to photograph them and watch the progress. Soon, we were all shivering. We turned toward the house to find the above view of our tree, reflecting the warmth of the interior of our house through the window. Calling us back in. But alas, I accidentally locked all of us out! My son and I waited next to the window, quietly watching the Christmas tree lights while silently hoping our back door was left unlocked. My daughter went around back to check. Thankfully, she soon opened the door for us and we were returned to the warmth and comfort of our little house.
