The Christmas Blizzard of `82, Pt. 2 (Guest Post by Mikelle Ellis)

Here’s part 2 of Mikelle’s post. Enjoy and much love.

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Mikelle is an Autistic Asexual Genderfluid human. They live with their amazing wife Corrie and their 2 dogs Layla and Scampi. They are the host of Adventures in Traumaland, which can be seen weekly on YouTube. Mikelle is also working on their debut book entitled "A Supernova of Grief."

This is an excerpt from that book. http://mikelleellis.substack.com/

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After we spent several glorious hours eating and opening gifts and playing games, we all stayed the night. This was unplanned!

Thankfully there were places for everyone to sleep.

Mark and I had sleeping bags on Grandma and Grandpa's living room floor. At some point during the night Uncle Myron was able to arrive safely with his ow.

When I awake Jared and Bryan are both asleep, along with Mark.

Also at some point in the morning my father was able to get some of the cars dug out.

What a beautiful Christmas morning!

The snow had stopped falling but there was tons of it on the ground.

So snowmen were made, snowballs were thrown.

You can imagine the breakfast, eggs, bacon, hash browns, pancakes, the works!

Somebody probably had a Christmas parade on the TV.

Yogi Jorgensen probably got another spin or too!

At some point in the afternoon with the Sun shining above we decided to make the Trek back home.

I was feeling a bit sad.

Since we weren't home I was sure that Santa had probably forgotten about us.

Or perhaps the blizzard may have made it too difficult for him to travel!

When what to my wondering eyes should appear….

Our Christmas tree adorned with presents!

Santa had come!

A Christmas miracle!

A bona fide Christmas miracle that even my older brother Mark could not explain away.

As we sat there on the floor playing with our new toys, matching stuffed animal dogs, and enjoying the last remnants of a amazing Christmas, my dad looked on with a smile.

Earlier that morning he had gotten up before everyone else was awake and he had dug the car out of the snow.

Then he had traveled the 20/25 minutes all the way home, made sure all of the presents were under the tree so that when we entered the house we would see them.

He didn't do it so that he could get credit, he did it so that his boys would believe.

My parents, despite their faults and yes they had them, were very good at helping me to see what was beyond just right in front of my face.

Belief is a big part of that.

Things work if you believe them.

That's something that my mom told me after she died.

Yes I said after.

No that's not a typo.

I would like to get back to that boy, the kid that I was.

The innocence, the sense of wonder.

When did I start losing him?

When did things start going wrong?

Glenn Siepert