Sometime, when I've got a list of things to remember to do as big as a mile is long, I become manic, chaotic, and down right panicked. Sometime, when my living room rug screams to be vacuumed, but falls at the very bottom of the above mentioned list, I buckle under the weight of the season and can't think of any reason, not to bundle the kids up, lace up my own boots, and go play outside. And sometime… When it's the eve of Christmas eve…the snow is falling outside in the most enchanting way…
