There’s something magical about the first snowfall, even in Minnesota, the land of 8 months of snow. My allergies ease up, the world takes on a new clean shell, and Christmas is that much closer. It also means sledding and hot cocoa and nights snuggling by the fire.
As much as I hate Minnesota winters, I love the first snow.
As much as I hate Minnesota winters, I love the first snow.
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