Christmas of '68. My brother was in the Air Force, got "leave" and was driving home to Minnesota from Colorado. It was Christmas Eve, raging snow storm, and we were all waiting for him to get home before we had dinner, or opened gifts. My parents lived on a hill, and finally we saw lights, but they didn't come up the hill...he was stuck...we all ran outside in the snow, and pushed him up the hill! It was a great time!