Many times during the last two years, Magdalena has asked me: "Mama, will it snow this Christmas?" and many times I have answered her: "baby, ya know, it just doesn't really snow in Florida that much, once in a blue moon maybe."
When we started planning this trip, I knew that if we were going to be in NM during the winter, we were going to find some snow by george. I thought to myself, I don't care if we have to drive to Taos for the day, we are going to find some snow. Who knew? Who knew how lucky we'd be that a huge storm would blow through just before we got there, and that what was rain where we were in the valley would be inches and inches and inches of fresh powder out on Sandia? Who knew? Magdalena, that's who. She new. She new we'd have a white Christmas like no other, out there, the day of Christmas eve, at Doc Long picnic area, under dressed like the Floridians we have become (well, like I have returned to and my NM family have become). She knew with the faith of a child that if she wished hard enough, there'd be snow a'plenty to play in. So play we did, under the bluest of blue New Mexico skies, making snowballs, trying to roll snow, stomping in untracked snow, eating snow, having a snowy big time.