So here we are more than two years into a severe drought and enduring some of the warmest fall-winter temperatures in recent memory, and the weather forecasters dial up a 20 percent chance of snow for Christmas.
Sure.
It was, as usual, dark when Grandma and I arose on Christmas morning. We despatched the gifts Santa had left under the tree, and then we both confessed we hadn’t looked outside yet. There, just as sure as a West Texas dust storm, was a blanket of snow and big flakes continuing to fall. It was a great start for a Christmas day.
By 6 a.m. the kids started calling, then texting, and sharing messages and photos of the day. By the time the Lubbock gang started assembling at Haversham, Jake and Ani had sent this image, proclaiming baby Jude “this year’s cutest Reddick.”
So that’s how Christmas, 2012 began. Grandma started working on some kind of pork roast meal, Grandpa went out and gathered some wood from the side yard, and a day of family treasure began.