The Promise of Snow

I watch the silent flakes swirl and twirl as they dance from the heaven above to alight softly on the earth below. Quietly and gently, they whisper, “Come play with us.” I am transported to another time, one of laughter and love, toboggans, snowball fights, and the building of snow dogs and snow men and women. There is something about snow that is magical, especially as December approaches.

Snow days and shovelling money were things to look forward to. I still enjoy snow days, wrapped in warm cozy blankets, a warm fire and a mug of hot cocoa. We call it hot chocolate in our house, but I’ve always found hot cocoa a more romantic name.

Good books, afternoon naps and movie marathons all occur now on snow days. I cannot say I look forward to shovelling as much, but I always enjoy that first shovel of winter, even with an injured wing. Fortunately, I’ve had enough practice over the years of one armed shovelling to know how to do it.

There is a promise with the first snowfall of the season. The snow whispers, “Christmas is coming.” With Christmas the promise of smiles, and hugs, and yes presents, but something more. I enjoy the giving and doing now more than the receiving, but there is one gift I look forward to, the celebration birth of my Saviour. With it brings the promise of salvation, an everlasting love, enduring light, and hope. One tiny little infant, who brought so much into the world with His birth.

It doesn’t matter what you believe. Many of us believe differently, and we have no problem loving each other for who we are. There is a magical joy to be found in the season. People are generally happier. There are more doors held, more thank you’s, please’s, and smiles. Perhaps we look for them more, and that is why we see them. It is not that I am naive. I definitely understand there are sad and tortured souls out there struggling to get through the day. I carry them with me in prayer, and will not forget they are there, helping who I can in my own way, hoping that the magic of snowflakes twirling will bring fond memories and give the smallest joy.

The snowflakes always seem to visit me at least once, so I can experience this joy before travelling to the land of palm trees, pools, and sunshine. It is a gift for which I’m thankful each and every year. I hope you find joy in the snow, and in the season, and remember the joys and promises the first snow fall holds. Have a blessed day.

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