"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge.
That myth is more potent than history.
That dreams are more powerful than facts.
That hope always triumphs over experience.
That laughter is the only cure for grief.
And I believe that love is stronger than death."
~ Robert Fulghum

Saturday, December 24, 2011

I Had Sugar Plums ... Now Look It Is Christmas Eve

Picture this - four kids - ages seven, six, four and two.  We lived in Omaha, Nebraska and in the winter there were snow/ice drifts everywhere.  At Christmas we felt it necessary to have a snowman in the front yard - I guess we thought Frosty needed a friend.  Quite honestly, I could have cared less ... he was made of snow, you had to touch it to make it round and I hated cold weather and snow.


Sorry, I had squirrel for a minute.  Mom had to bundle each of us up - wool pants, sweater, boots, wool coat, scarf, mittens and cap - times four.  Cindy, Marcia and Mike actually had fun in the snow.  Mike, at two was just fascinated with the snow.  The three of them would have snow ball fights, make snow angels and just have fun.  Seriously_  Lay down in the wet snow and flap your arms up and down ... no thank you!  I mean, we were buttoned up with so much on, our arms stuck out away from our body.  We could barely walk, much less fall into the snow to make angels.  Now, when we moved back there from England (I was in the eighth grade) I would walk out there for "guppy freezing" contests, but that is another day.


I know you wonder why bother to get all bundled up if I did not go out to play.  Well, it was not because I thought I looked pretty ... no, I had to say I helped.  So, once the snow was transformed into Frosty the Snowman's new best friend, I would venture outside.  The snow would crunch under my boots and the wind whipped across my face as I made the long journey to the snowman.  Finally there, I would look at the snowman's face like a clean palette for me to paint my picture, or in my case, find the exact center of the round face to place his nose.  Cold and barely able to bend my little hands around the carrot (mittens, remember) I placed it on his face.  I would look at my work ... then turn around and make my hasty retreat back to the house.  I would knock on the door (who could turn the door knob with those darn mittens), mom would let me in and she would take the coat and winter wear off of me.  "Look mommy, I helped build the snowman".


Time mom spent dressing four kids ... way too long.


Time I spent outside ... less than five minutes.

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