A white Christmas in Tigard?!

We don't get white Christmases in the Portland area's valley floor. This year, I was opening a gift at my grandparents' house in Tigard with my back to the window when Ma suddenly yelled, "It's snowing!!!!!" My gift-opening moment was lost when the entire family ran to the window and started screaming. Still, we never expected those flakes to stick or pile up outside. The commotion died down and we went back to presents. But every once in awhile someone yelled, "It's still snowing!", "It's starting to STICK!" or "It's really snowing out there!" and we'd all run to the windows for another glance.

The flakes started slow:
But they were soon piling up:

By the end of the morning, we were all giddy, enjoying the rare Christmas morn snowfall:

The neighbors turned their flakes into a giant snowman:
The next day, the newspaper confirmed our discussion about never before remembering a white Christmas. The last Christmas-day snowfall was in 1990. But the last time it stuck in Portland was in 1937! Truly a once-in-a-lifetime treat!

Even without the snow, the rest of the day was awesome! First stop: Mom and Dad's house. Eryn's looking for a comfy spot on the floor:
Dad's sporting his new Christmas undies - on his head:
Next up: Ma and Pa's house. The cousins have to put their ornaments on the tree before we can start:Next, we headed to Vancouver. Steve opening shirts he bought, wrapped and gave to himself:
Brad trying to stay awake as we neared the end of our marathon:

Donna laughing about something:
Grandpa cuddled with his new bear:
Mocha wants to be a present:
We hope your Christmas mornings were as wonderful as ours!

-Liz