This year, Brantley and I spent Christmas in the mountains of Virginia. We arrived at his dad and step-mom's house on Thursday afternoon. There was a light dusting of snow that day, and we got a little bit more on Christmas Eve and Christmas morning. Then that afternoon, we watched a steady stream of snowfall. We didn't want to get stuck at the top of the mountain, so Brantley and his dad moved their cars to the bottom near one of the main roads. Early Sunday afternoon, we packed up our last few items and trudged our way downward through the fresh five inches of beautiful, white powder. It was gorgeous!
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