A Snow Day in Santa Fe, New Mexico.

 On the morning of December 24th, I awoke to the bright light of the sun reflecting on the 2-foot tall snow mound that was visible through my french doors. I got up from my bed and proceeded to lift the duvet covers off of my body. Instantly, my body heat that was protected by the duvet covers escaped. I shivered and walked to my closet to put on a hooded jacket. I looked at the view of my backyard from the screen door, and realized, it was a snow day! School had been canceled due to the extreme amount of snowfall that occurred the night before. I turned to my mother and asked her to invite my best friend, Micaela, to our house to build snowmen. She replied, "Of course, however, eat your breakfast." I sat at the table, and laid upon was an assortment of croissants, macaroons, and beignets. A strong vanilla smell aired out from the table. I ate my food and proceeded to change into my snow pants, and my snow jacket. Lastly, I put on my ski socks and gloves. Soon, Micaela arrived at my house. As soon as she arrived we walked to the door that leads to the backyard. A blast of cold, dry air, had blown into our faces. We closed the door, and walked outside, and started collecting balls of snow that we rolled in the snow to create a 1-foot tall snowball...