My Grandparents live in a beautiful house overlooking Lake Michigan not too far from Milwaukee.
Sitting in the living room and enjoying the glistening white Christmas view, one of my dear siblings spotted a large white bird on the water, a swan. Grabbing a pair of binoculars and my bird-loving father, and wearing my grandmother's coat and my pajamas, I rushed into the backyard and waded through the drifts of snow to get a closer view.
It was beautiful! The bird was huge, radiantly white, and so graceful; I watched it swim along the cliffs of snow, dip its bill for a drink, and dive tail up for fish. It made my day.
Merry Christmas all.
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