Christmas Eve used to mean singing at Grandma Leona's grave. We stopped doing it years ago but apparently (I didn't know this) my parents still go every year so my mom can be with her mom on Christmas Eve. This year we decided to go since my mom and dad couldn't. Which meant going out in the freezing snow. Trista and I stayed home with some of the younger kids and cleaned up a bit but the others braved the cold.
Searching for a grave buried in snow was a difficult task.
Happy and bright despite the cold.
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