1. I misplaced them.
2. They are in one of the kids' rooms.
It is usually #2.
I made my usual rounds and asked each child if they knew where my scissors were and I was having no luck. I got to the final room, my oldest boy's little alcove in the basement, and opened his door. I found my scissors - and a winter wonderland.
What 16-year-old boy does this? Mine, apparently. And it's awesome.
Are you dreaming of a white Christmas?
All you need is an imagination and a pair of scissors.
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