My brother, Bob, pulls me on a wooden Flexible Flyer sled through the woods behind our house.
The banks of snow seem enormous underneath the tall pines. We watch birds flitter across the bright blue winter sky.
Back at the house, my mom is making us hot chocolate. The kitchen is steamy warm, a clean well-lighted place the reward for kicking off our snowy boots at the top of the basement stairs.
We sip from our hot chocolate as we work on a jigsaw puzzle.
Soon we will open gifts, but only after church service.
It's a magical day on the calendar, easily the best day of the year.