It sounds like the title of an avaunt-guard play--Waiting for the Snow. As I recall the play, they are still waiting in the end.
Most years we have a white Christmas here in the Northland. But this year it looks unlikely. Before Thanksgiving we got a few inches that have long since melted. This week we had rain--rivers of it. A few degrees colder and we would have gotten exactly what we are hoping for this week before Christmas--a foot of snow. Instead we have wet, soggy leaves on the forest floor and drab gray skies. The dusting yesterday was enough for slippery roads, not enough for a snowman.
So I decided to pull out some pictures of former years.
LeAnne Hardy has lived in six countries on four continents. Her books come out of her cross-cultural experiences and her passion to use story to convey spiritual truths in a form that will permeate lives.
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