What happens when a barefoot Missouri mom and her redneck husband agree to drive low-order Amish to Wisconsin… the week the deadly “Elmer” blizzard hits? Everything that can go wrong does — and grace shows up anyway. In Amish Christmas Mishaps you’ll ride shotgun through: A packed 15-passenger van that somehow holds 19 souls (and one puking toddler) - Whiteouts so thick we couldn’t see six feet ahead - Getting stuck in a ditch at -33°F wind chill while Amish men shovel and horses pull trailers at 3 a.m. - A farmer who refused payment after breaking two brand-new straps to rescue us - Real photos from the storm, real tears, real Amish proverbs that carried us through - And the moment I realized suffering for heaven points doesn’t mean you have to be mean about it These are the raw Christmas rides no one else will tell you about — equal parts hilarious, terrifying, and holy. Come ride shotgun with the barefoot taxi driver. Grab your snow boots (you’ll need them) and hit “Buy Now” before the next blizzard hits.