snow bald.

It snowed on Christmas Eve. And when Steve and Robs ran around our neighborhood delivering treats to our neighbors they came back frosted with snow. It was magic. Christmas day was covered in white and perfect. (I haven't had a white Christmas in eighty-two years.) But because it's been either warm or not snowy for the past eighty two years, the tires on our auto are as bald as bald can get. 

Steve (who grew up in California) says driving has been interesting, if not exciting!

For example, two days ago he and the pirates had to walk a quarter mile, uphill, in the snow- because the tires kept spinning. I told the pirates things like that build character- not to mention stories for the rest of their lives.

Here's to bald tires and snow! 

(...and fixing the tires today.)