Santa dumped 2 inches of snow on North Texas today, and we’re all in agreement that this is, in fact, a Christmas Miracle.

Zack and I spent the whole day down in Midlothian hanging out with the family.  Jenn and Jared showed up with their latest Wii purchase: a game called “Just Dance” that would be more accurately titled “Just Sweat Your Ass Off.”  Jenn and I played the game until we were pretty sure our arms were going to fall out of their very sockets, then we purposefully switched to the much more sedentary Super Mario Bros. Wii.  All the while, we’d sent the boys out with an errand list on a quazi-suicidal Christmas Eve Wal-Mart run.  When Zack and Jared arrived back at the house, Jenn and I were stripped down to our camisoles, still sweating, playing Mario Brothers on the couch.  Zack walked in and said, “JARED. OUR WIVES ARE PLAYING VIDEO GAMES AND STRIPPING. IT’S A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE.”

And that’s when I realized, Christmas Miracle is a really versatile term.

Hope your Christmas Eve was full of your very own Christmas Miracles.