Northern Oklahoma was like one those 40s movies where Mitzi Gaynor and Bing Crosby sing while the snow machine pelts on the back lot. By Kansas, the snow was lessened. A client called me on my cell phone; by the time the call was over, the snow was gone.
We had a wonderful brunch and present opening family gathering today. My 6 year old niece rode my back as I paced, wishing to look like a horse but probably looking like a bespectacled warg or warthog. Now we've bought our Powerball tickets, and we're settled in resting. It's been a great Christmas day.