Very late last night, we were schlepping it through Kentucky. It was cold. Very cold. But there was not a snowflake to be found. No snow, nada, zilch.
Then, I must have fallen asleep and I had a dream. I was dreaming of a white Christmas. I dreamed that as soon as we crossed the state line into Indiana, it was snowing and there was snow on the ground. In my dream, we stopped at a rest area and our kids went absolutely ape when they stepped out of the van and into the snow. They were frolicking and playing. It was a Winter Wonderland.
And suddenly, and I was caught in the crossfire of a snow ball fight. Our kids were lopping snow balls left and right.
They were having a snow ball fight, at a rest stop, and it was way past their bedtime. And we were in Indiana. And I was okay with that, until I got hit with a snow ball and it was hard and cold and it hurt. And then, I realized that I was not dreaming. That the snow was real. The rest stop was real. My kids were real. And it was really cold. And I started crying and babbling, "There's no place like home, there's no place like home." And I ran and hid in the van. The End.
Wimpy in a Winter Wonderland,