Christmas Tears

This blizzard is no joke. Although we don't have much snow here, the winds have been howling since Friday and it is bitter cold. This will be the first time in my life that I haven't spent at least part of Christmas Eve at my parents. The first time I haven't seen my daughter or sisters.

My dad is just there now—his street buried in 5-8' drifts. Thankfully, he has an able and caring neighbor that cleared the snow from his furnace exhaust to restore his heat. The house was in the low 50s for several hours since the very early morning.

We'll be missing that tradition along with Christmas Day dinner at my wife's uncle and aunt's house, too.

Thankfully though, we are all safe and with power. Lots of people in the area have been without power for two days and it will probably be at least another day before they are restored.

A Christmas to remember for sure.