White Christmas

I don't know who was more excited about having a White Christmas, me, the dogs or my sister.
The first snow of the season was on the 13th. We awoke to snow and the dogs played until it melted.

 Trask

 Cedar

 Koyuk

I had put the sled on the van in anticipation of heading up but all reports told of several feet of un-packed snow and downed trees everywhere. The snowmobile club sent out a notice to not even try to run in it. Breaking trail in almost 10' of new snow did not sound like a good way to start the mushing season.

Trask really wanted to go when he saw the sled.

It snowed again on the 14th.

"Come on mom - get the sled out."

With more green than white on the ground, I used the day to find a tree and decorate. The tree was prefect: strong, well spaced branches on three sides. It fit beautifully in the corner and displayed a grouping of special ornaments.

Every year I decorate differently. This year was predominately red. No company was expected so decorations were simple this year.

We had two days of huge celebrations with Dave's family. On the 23rd it started to snow again.

Koyuk resting by the tree while it snows outside.

Christmas eve was special. One of the Jr Ski Patrol members had noticed that or gutters were overflowing during this week's heavy afternoon rains.  He brought his dad over with him to clean our gutters.

 We are blessed.

While they were freezing their hands and getting soaked, the dogs and I (with my camera) played in the snow. I took about 100 pictures. Here is a sampling.
Th girls picking on Trask.

He looks so innocent. 

Cedar

 Trask

 Koyuk has such beautiful eyes...

 and so does here mom Cedar.

I wanted to get a picture of the snowball on Trask's nose but he licked it off before I could focus the camera.

Koyuk

 Ready for another round of Chinook tag. Somehow they communicate who's it before they take off.

 After the gutters were completed, everyone went inside except Trask.  The boy really does love snow.

Christmas morning.

 

My sister and brother-in-law drove down for a quiet White Christmas day and dinner. Unfortunately it stopped snowing before they got here and much of the snow had melted but you could still call it a White Christmas. Lind and Chuck were happy. Dave and I were happy. And the dogs were ecstatic to get steak scraps and snow all in one day.