Eleanor the donkey with a young child. (Courtesy photo/Lisa Fleming Brock)

Sometimes, when I'm not looking, a miracle sneaks up on me. I'm not talking about the supernatural kind of miracles but about the super-wonderful kind.

The blanket of white stuff decorated the farm and turned the brown earth into a Christmas showcase. The snow also meant that preparing for our "Christmas on the Farm" event took extra time. In his shiny, new-to-us tractor, husband Bruce cleared away enough snow so guests could park their cars, visit with our critters, and be photographed with Mrs. Claus.

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