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  • We went to Tennessee over Christmas vacation. The trip was part Christmas present and part birthday present as it coincided with my youngest son's tenth birthday. It's tough when your birthday is the day after Christmas. Joey's wish for his birthday was to see snow. This shouldn't be hard after all, we were going to the Smoky Mountains. There was even a nearby ski resort that makes snow. Between the two, somehow we should be able to find our snow. Living in Northwest Florida, snow is but a fading memory.

    However, when we arrived, Mother Nature did not want to cooperate. The temperature was unseasonably warm. Even the ski resort couldn't make snow. But when Christmas day came there was a glimmer of hope. The temperature dropped. Could it be cold enough for snow? We drove into the Smoky Mountains and stopped along the Appalachian Trail. A Christmas hike along the Appalachian Trail would still be memorable even without the snow. We started out along the trail and a cold rain started to fall. As we traveled further up the trail, the rain turned into ice. I held my breath and silently hoped the snow would follow. Could we have this one Christmas wish? And then, suddenly, it happened. Big snow flakes falling from the sky. I turned with the camera just in time to capture the look of pure joy on Joey's face. The look of joy on his face burned into my heart forever.

    The snow stopped almost as quickly as it started. There was no real accumulations, but that didn't matter. We set out on a quest to see snow. Christmas Day on the Appalachian Trail, the snow came. Even though the snow stopped, the memory is ours forever.
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