It’s a cool, wintry evening. Snow blows in drifts outside and falls in huge, sticky white flakes. We’re driving to Grandma and Grandpa’s house for the afternoon. It’s been a long drive, and I feel cramped and antsy. I can’t wait to stretch my legs. My little sister, Anna, pipes up for the twentieth time in the past five minutes. “Are we there yet? I want to see Grandma and Grandpa!” She’s bouncing in her seat, pigtails flopping up and down.
Although I don’t show it as much as I used to, trips to Grandma and Grandpa’s house – especially near Christmastime – are something I still love. Winter is such a special time. The world seems to be holding its breath until it’s time for spring to come, but it’s a very busy time for us. Finals at school, making or buying and wrapping gifts, baking cookies, putting up decorations – I love it all.
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