Emma Vance is convinced that it always snows on Christmas — that, in fact, it isn’t actually Christmas without snow — so instead of breaking a hopeful-yet-woefully-Southern four-year old’s heart, Ryan and I took the girls to Snow Mountain (i.e. fake snow at Stone Mountain park) for Christmas Eve. It was a blast (besides that fact that Cricket was absolutely terrified of tubing) and, after our annual FaceTime with Santa before bed, I’m already confident that no matter what tomorrow morning looks like, we’ve already made our girls’ Christmas wishes come true. Yay for faux snow!
Merry Christmas Eve!
