snow

Snowshoeing

Crunch, crunch, slush. Crunch, crunch, slush. Climbing through trees, that look as if they have been recently dipped in marshmallow cream, all you can hear is the sound of your snowshoes leaving their imprint in sparkling snow. Pressing on, your breath leads the way as it wafts through chilly mountain air up towards heaven. Everything around you takes on a crisp blueish hue as dappled sun light gets lost on its way to the forest floor. Even the birds take pause before making the slightest utterance for fear of disturbing the crystalline shell of winter. Once in a while though a clump breaks free from its arboreal captor and falls towards earth to rejoin its earth bound siblings. Here in snow entrenched mountains the world falls away. Peace creeps in and my soul smiles.

Wish you all were here.

Twas a Macrander eve before Christmas eve

On the eve before Christmas eve and all through the nation, Mom and Dad were driving to Baton Rouge and trying to agree on a radio station.

Excited to visit Todd and Nick, and wave goodbye to their daughter,

Mom exclaimed, ‘Oh my! Texas couldn’t be hotter.’

So far in the trip Dad had visited his sister,

And Mom had bought some cheap shoes that dad swore would cause a blister,

Shout out to Kayla, the newest addition to us all,

Who was born at just over six pounds on Friday and oh so small.

Todd was busy cleaning, while Nick busy mixing,

Lots of treats to fill their home, Mom and Dad would surely find transfixing,

Sarah was still in Denver, though lonely was not she,

For the beauty of friends and mountains, how much better could life be?

So this morning, Emily sits at her computer not working, oh no, no,

Excited to see Jarrod and family, but more to the point Santa, ho ho ho.

God is great, Jesus is born, this is the reason for the season,

But getting to see the ones we love sure is extra pleasin’

So as we close this year before,

Let’s enjoy our moments together and plan for many more.