Journal 21

It was a snowy scene. It was Christmas and my family and I were warm around the nice, cozy, fire. I was playing a game with my family and I looked outside and it seemed to be a blizzard. I asked my mom if it was supposed to be a bad snowstorm, but she replied as it was not supposed to be bad. So we continued playing our game and it continued to look white and snowy outside. I asked my sisters while looking outside if they wanted to go out and play. They answered very polietly no, and we continued playing our game. After we finished our game it still continued to snow heavily. I decided that I was going to go outside. I headed outside and the first thing I noticed was that the wind was very forceful and it made the outside even more cold than it already was. I decided to stay outside because that is the kind of person I am and played in the snow. I noticed two little circles in the window of my house and I realized that it was my sisters. I waved to them and of course they waved back to me. After playing in the white, fluffy snow for a while, I decided to head back into the house and drink some hot cocoa. I was so in love with the snow that while drinking the cup of cocoa I just sat on my couch inside and looked out into the dark, fluffy, snow storm. While enjoying my hot cup of cocoa, I noticed a tall, dark figure standing in the front of our house. Of course I could not see it because it was snowing so heavely outside. When the figure started to get closer I realized it was my dad. I opened the door and ran in my bare feet across the snow-filled ground to give my father a hug. Once I realized what I was doing, my feet started to get cold from all the snow and wind that was freezing, and dusting around our front yard. This is my story of a snowy scene.