Lets go Alex, we are going to hit traffic if we leave much later, my moms voice grating on me like nails on a chalk board.
Im not going to use fancy words to try to tell this story. There may be many grammatical errors but I dont care. Im just going to be straight forward and truthful about this story that I am about to share with you. So sit back and relax. I hope you enjoy
It was Christmas Eve, 2015, and, in Heritage, California, it was about as cold as it ever got. The mercury was hovering in the mid-thirties and a cold, freezing rain, driven by an artic wind from a low-pressure system over Oregon, was falling all over the area. There were reports that snow was falling as low as one thousand feet in the nearby Sierra Nevada foothills, dusting the exclusive Heritage suburbs of Cypress Hills and Andiron. There were even cautious predictions that as the temperature continued to drop in the late evening and early morning hours that snow might fall in Heritage itself. If true, this would be an extremely rare occurrence. At an average elevation of forty feet, Heritage had only received measurable snowfall six times in recorded history. And never had it snowed on Christmas.