It's Christmas Eve and the snow is falling gently. Too bad we have to go to my brother's house. It's gorgeous to watch, but a total nightmare to plough through.

Tried to make a snowman with the girls today because it was perfect packing snow. I rolled and rolled and rolled and rolled this ball of snow until it seemed huge enough. Then I did the same with the second ball and I pick it up and set it carefully atop the base. It cracked like an egg and shattered in the snow.

The girls and I go out back and as we're having a miniature snowball fight, I look at a house up the street and see a father and son building a craftsman quality snowman. The base is a perfect sphere. And the torso. And the head.

I've got some serious snowman envy.