I never really got around to writing about Christmas this year. We were in Utah for a week, where we were busy spending time with friends and family. When we got back to DC we basically hit the ground running and I feel like I've been behind in most aspects of my life ever since.
Christmas was great. It started snowing on Christmas Eve and didn't let up until the day before we flew home. It was exactly what I wanted - a true white Christmas. I think we got something like 18 inches. Sundance, strangely, got more snow than any of the Park City joints, so Blake was in heaven being able to ski so close to home.
It was a really relaxing trip. Because of the snow and only have one 4-wheel drive car, we had an excuse to stay home and warm with a book, a puzzle, or a movie by the Christmas tree. In my mind, there's no better way to spend the holidays.
I'm already wishing it were Christmas again. I mean, what's the point of winter when there's no Christmas to look forward to? All these cold, grey days are getting me down.
Before I sign-off, what Christmas would be complete without some gratuitous Noosa shots? Sure, she's 10 years old, and getting a bit creaky and slow, but I'll still contend that she's the cutest yellow lab to ever walk the earth.
(P.S. some of these cute faces may or may not have been coerced through use of turkey held overhead.)