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It’s early December. The first snowflakes of the season are slowly falling on to the rooftops, trees, cars, and roads.
“Waterloo looks like it’s covered in icing sugar!” Melanie says. She leans her head against the window and falls asleep.
Once they arrive, Opa Karl finds a parking spot. He makes sure the children are wearing their warm winter coats, gloves, toques, and scarves. He takes each grandchild by the hand, and they walk down the street towards a big crowd.