Christmas in a Snow Globe

It happened……again!

I can’t say it is the first time the Dallas/Fort Worth area experienced snow on Christmas, because guess what? A few years ago, snow gently tumbled into Cowtown just in time for the big day. It made Christmas Eve, and Christmas morning so beautiful……I was moved to write a poem about my Christmas Dream it inspired.

That year marked my very first white Christmas that I can remember since moving to Texas – twenty, or so years ago. You might say….I have been deprived. And perhaps, that is why Old Man Winter granted me another – a mere three years later. And this time, I have my camera with me. And honestly, I am perfectly content to watch the kids stomp in, and out of the house. Eyes bright, and cheeks red as they warm their hands in front of the portable heater only to beg, and plead, to return outside – five minutes later.

I look through the window at the falling snowflakes – tumbling, swirling, and drifting. Mom, husbands, and sister-in-laws chatter about life while glancing out the windows in time to see a child’s back dash from a flying snowball. Shrieks and giggles ensue.

I am heavy, and stuffed from turkey, ham, and the best sweet potato casserole in the whole universe. I enjoy this relaxed view, observing, rather than partaking in any fun outside with no coat or gloves. Did I mention it wasn’t snowing or super cold when we left for Grandma’s house?

Well….

As I was saying…toasty and happy, I have no problem keeping my feet dry inside the house while waiting to dive into the wondrous desserts of CHOCOLATE PIE (my fave!), and many other goods – iced sugar cookies from scratch, cheesecake, pumpkin pie.

Utterly and totally satisfied……..until I saw her……

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And once I saw her, I couldn’t NOT see her.

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With her bowl of snow, and her cherub cheeks. She practically begged me to come take her photo.

So…I did.

I grabbed a plastic bag, made a hole for my lens, and out I went. No coat. No gloves.

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And it was wonderful.

The more I looked. The more I saw.

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The more I saw. The more I had to take.

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There was something about them…….all covered in snow.

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Reverent in their crystal white setting.

I venture to all parts of the yard – front, back, and side – looking at every thing I can find transformed by the wintry atmosphere.

I guess I got carried away.

But having wet feet and cold fingers is absolutely worth it.

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In the end, my little wonderland adventure got me some great prints for my mom-in-law of her snow-white garden(Christmas present next year?).

And the chocolate pie for dessert? Tasted even better.

Hope you all had a very Merry and wonderful Christmas.

Did you have a white one, too?

Christmas Dreams

Christmas Dreams 2009


It started as a wonder wisp,
a dream of pure white snow.
How lovely would a Christmas be,
if magic were to flow.

It came aboard a gusty wind,
riding high and low.

It left a wake of sparkling joy,
as it was so long ago.

Innocently pure and sweet,
was the babe we came to know.

Stillness pierced on the land.
The sun rays beam aglow.

Dawn departs,
new crystal tears,
exuberantly they flow.

I dreamed of pure white houses.

Laden with sugar delight.

I dreamed of candy cane hearts
to beat at love’s first sight.

I dreamed of gifts you can not price,
no value to their worth.

I dreamed of sugar fairies.

Merry on the earth.

I dreamed of families gathered.

A Christmas carol bliss.
To capture every moment,
where nothing is amiss.

I dreamed of laughing faces,
cheeriness in leaps and bounds.

I dreamed of a wondrous Christmas.

A dream completely astound.

I wish for every dream be true.
Sincere and full of grace.
Let heavens kiss gently press,
a light upon your face.

Most of you know, I am not a poet. Sometimes what comes out is the language of the heart. My heart was so filled up this Christmas. It overflowed. It radiated. It beamed bright spotlights. It couldn’t have been more perfect. I didn’t ask for a memorable Christmas. But I got it.

I hope you did too.