Sometime in the afternoon the raindrops turned into snowflakes.
The snowflakes kept falling, and soon our backyard was coated in snow. A white
Christmas in Texas is really special. Last time it happened here was in the
1970s.
As I stared out of the window watching the dancing snowflakes, my
memory wandered back to the best white Christmas I had years ago. We were still
in Ohio, where winter and snow are inseparable. In that year, snow fell
silently all night on Christmas Eve. When we got up early on Christmas morning,
the outside world was all covered in pure thick virgin snow. The sun was up, snow
encapsulated tree branches glistened under the bright winter sun and clear blue
sky.
After breakfast, we decided to go out sledding. The snow was totally
undisturbed, not a single footprint within our sight. The air was crisp
and refreshing. It was quiet; we could only hear the snow crunches under our
feet as we walked toward a slope in front of our building.
I ran the sled a
few times at the slope to compact the snow and to form a track for 3 year old
Justin. Justin was thrilled to sled - every run, his crisp,
sparkling laugh and Lily's cheer broke the tranquility of the
Christmas morning. It was quite a lovely sight as well - he was in an orange
coat, red hat, and riding on a green sled. We were immersed in the sheer
joy of sledding. Then we heard a loud voice above us, from a second
floor window, "What a beautiful day!" An old lady opened her
window to greet us. "Yes, it is". "This is the best
Christmas card I have ever seen, the picture of your little boy sledding there J Merry
Christmas!” “Oh, thanks! Merry Christmas!”
I smiled at the vivid memory of that “Christmas card” and
realized it was turning dark outside. I turned on our Christmas light and went
outside with my camera. The snow stopped, gusty wind turned to breeze, it was calm,
and I raised my camera to capture this special white Christmas.
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