Being from the south (by the grace of God?), we really haven't experienced much snow. My son, particularly, has only seen about a 1/4-inch of snow on the ground. So, for Christmas this year, we're fleeing to the Great White North to spend some time with our little Canadian friend Jason van Zyl. Of course, I made the mistake of going to Canada in January of this year, and swore I'd never do it again. Memories of frozen hair and snow-blindness apparently fade all too quickly. At least Noah will get to play in snow that is deeper than he is tall. And that's what really matters. Oh, and maybe we'll actually get some work done on the Maven book.
