We went to Iowa for Christmas.

 

This was our 2009 contribution to the memory tree.

We arrived just hours before the blizzard.

 

I can't put my arms down.

The snow fell for three days straight.

 

The little angel in her new snow bed.

It fell and fell and fell, and so we were obligated to go terrace sledding in our insulated coveralls.

 

As you do. I love a man in Carharts.

We played and played until her face matched her new Walmart snow pants,which we procured for $12 after realizing we brought the boots and coatand forgot the rest at home.

Less than enthused when the snow gets in the hood.

 And she screamed and laughed, fearless in the face of snow up to her thighs, and we played Queen of the Mountain and rode saucers over broken cornstalks and ate springerle and stollen and brownies.

All in all, it was the best Christmas yet.