dasher, dancer, prancer, vixen, ...

... and Hope?

Yep. That's right. Despite the frigid temperatures (wind chill hovering close to zero), Hope the Reindeer visited Aidan's preschool this morning.

As the kids were lining up to go back indoors -- their precious little noses were all very Rudolph-like due to the cold -- a dusting of flurries began to fall.

It was a quintessential Christmas snapshot in time -- I "hope" (hehe) he remembers it when he no longer believes in Santa Claus, and gets caught up, as we all manage to do, in the hustle and bustle of the holidays.

Now dash away, all.