“Wake up, mum,” a small, excited voice permeated my sleep. “There’s snow all over the ground. I think it must be Christmas! I hope you have the presents ready!”
They had seen the snowflakes coming down last night, Thing 1 and Thing 2. Plans were made for stringing lights and obtaining trees, and Christmas was declared “very close,” but I didn’t realize just how close.
The magic of winter and the wonder of Christmas are so intertwined for young minds. I almost felt bad breaking the news that Christmas is still 37 days away – an entire lifetime, when you’re four and two.
They took the news pretty well, after I promised to let them spend the morning out in the fresh, new white stuff.
After breakfast we got suited up and headed out to the park to trudge through the snow, roll in it, throw it, pile it, jump in it and photograph it (that last one was for me).
The sun was shining and the sky was blue, and it was almost too mild for snow gear. But we had to keep dry somehow while making our marks in the fresh powder.
Thing 1’s first snow angel of the year.
As much as I’d like to chime in with the other grown-ups about the bother of winter, I have to admit – there’s nothing like the first snowfall of the year to bring out the kid – and the romantic – in me.
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– Words and photos by Lori-Anne Poirier