The Arctic 
air moves in. … The sky clears. … The temperature drops. … The wind chill drops below zero. … Clarence, my station wagon, gets stuck in a snow bank. … My Dear Husband shovels. … The snow plow pushes eight feet of snow into a bank at the end of our driveway. … Clarence skids on the ice. … The back door is snowed shut. … Annie settles in for a long nap. … We celebrate winter in Minnesota.
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How fun!