That Christmas 1966 storm was the storm that I heard the most stories about from my parents and grandparents when I was growing up. My parents were relative newlyweds that Christmas, and had gone over to my dad's parents house on Christmas Eve. They ended up spending the night because the snow was so heavy and the roads were so bad. My mom's father, not ever giving in, and being determined that he was not going to miss a Christmas with his new family, dug his car out, and made the drive across town on nearly unplowed and impassable roads to pick them up to bring him to his house.
It took quite awhile, but he succeeded in his mission.