It Was a White Christmas After All

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As the afternoon settled down to give room to the evening, white flakes of snow fell from the sky of Van to please those who dreamed of a white Christmas. Snow in East Texas happens once or twice each year staying on the ground just long enough to make a snow man or an angel. This morning the city woke up roof tops, walk ways and lawn covered with snow. The dream of a white Christmas became reality. It was a white Christmas after all. 

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