Christmas Snow

So what that its the end of January? So what that we have had day after day of freezing weather? So what that its warmer in Alaska than Alabama? So what that the little icons in the weather forecast show falling snow every single day of every single week? The huge snowbanks lining every street and bridge are crusted and dirty gray. The trucks that normally carry away the excess snow have not been around. They are too worn out just keeping up with the new snowfalls. The eye offending banks continue to obstruct vision, depress spirits, encroach on roadways.

Yet I am not tired of winter, certainly not to the point of cabin fever. The dirty snowbanks do not deter me from enjoying the crystal glitter of snow covered fields, the kiss of cold air on my cheeks when I go out, like inhaling pure peppermint.

Today, as it does most every day, it is snowing. But there is something unusual about this snowfall. The sky is blue, the sun shining. The black pavement of road shows its dark face. One might almost think a hint of spring is about. The snow falls gently, not in any hurry, not driven by the wind. There is a curl to the pattern of drifting reminiscent of the snow in a snow globe. Any moment perhaps a horse drawn sleigh might pass, ferrying some loving family to a joyful celebration.

I cannot help but think of Christmas and happiness and loved ones and enticing tables crowded with steaming platters and bowls heaped with delectable foods. A happy snowfall! A refreshing change from the heavy wet sloppy flakes or the tiny line driven stinging needles or the incessant obliterating mounds of white. I love Christmas snow. It makes you believe something wonderful is about to happen. Who knows? Maybe it will!