When I was young it never seemed like Christmas to me unless there was snow piling on the ground outside and falling softly from the sky. It wasn't Christmas without reading The Polar Express for the 200th time or without sipping hot coco by the wood stove. It just wasn't Christmas without the family movie nights cuddled on the couch or without Andy Williams singing from the car radio while we all drove home after a long day of opening presents with our cousins.

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