Take a trip down memory lane with me as we flashback to my first white Christmas. I had to travel half way around the world to achieve it but growing up where Christmas is celebrated in summer it was a novel experience. One I hope to be able to repeat time and time again. Most people I know think it’s crazy how I love snow so much especially for someone who grew up without it. But there is something about it that draws me to it and I can’t get enough. It was so peaceful and tranquil in this park the morning I took the photo. Not another soul in sight and a fresh layer of snow delivered overnight. It was like being in a movie.