Snow, Snow, Snow, Snow!

For all those who are familiar with White Christmas and the train ride song they sing about snow, you will understand the origin of the title and that it wasn't just the result of an excited-don't-know-when-to-stop repetition.
Returning home from the snowy mountains of Washington, I was thrilled to find that I hadn't left the snow behind. Inches of fluffy snow covered every available surface. The steep roads in our neighborhood were perfect for sledding and so were filled with neighborhood kids who were flying down the snow-covered roads trying to avoid the cars, both parked and driving, and each other. Doesn't Dad's truck look beastly all covered with snow like that?