Welcome to Day 8 of The Twelve Days of Christmas (to be “read” like the song)…
I know, so incredibly original the concept blows your mind – Matrix style. This will be usurping the usual Tacklerism Tuesday and “What the frak?” Friday segments until completed.
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On the eighth day of Christmas, dear Santa gave to me:
Eight sloppy snow angels,
Seven sneaky snatchings,
Six doting relatives,
Five free dinners,
Four hours of sleep,
Three spares in a row,
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Currently my parent’s place sports the minimal amount of snow – about a few inches – just enough to dust the ground and keep the Blah Brown hiding beneath it.
Approximately twenty minutes were required to don enough layers to traverse the North Pole – and I was still cold. And that was inside my mother’s house…
Another fifteen to outfit Tackler in his winter duds.
Then we opened the backdoor…
Seven years in Texas does in fact thin your blood. As the wind chilled breeze smacked my face I found myself wondering…
How had I managed to live in this climate for twenty-six years????
And now, I attempted to teach my son the “joys” of below freezing snowing frolicking.
Sadly, the number one thing The Tackler wished to accomplish was denied: Snowman construction – the powdery snow was far too dry to even form the most minuscule of snowballs.
Which left us with two options for snow playing: The Sled and The Snow Angel.
This post will discuss the latter.
And I use the term “Snow Angel” rather loosely.
The first one – the novel one – was about as perfect as one can be – much less one by an active almost four year old:
The latter ones became more and more deformed, resembling a dead body outline that was then stomped upon repeatedly by Toy Story boots instead of the initial snow angel. Then only the lower extremities were represented as “Sliced in Half Angel” surged to the front in popularity.
Not that I can blame The Tackler. Mobility in the multitude of layers was so restricted the basic act of sitting from a laying down position was so impossible even the founder of Abs of Steel would succumb to defeat.
He also underwent a Glove Replacement Operation about every 90 seconds.
So while some deranged snow angel making fun was had (and sled pulling), the first snow play here paled to the Texas Snow Fun that took place last February – when the leafiest snow man ever was constructed as we stomped in the snow in our jeans, sneakers, and lightweight jackets in the barely freezing temperature.
The wet snow I’d hope would fall has now been altered to a wintry freezing rain forecast – certain to melt what little snow we have.
Let’s just hope the weather people have it wrong again, so The Tackler gets his snowman fix.
If I have to be numb, the least my home state can do is provide a white winter wonderland instead of an ice storm…..
What did your spouse/children/Santa give you today?