Christmas snow can never disappear completely. It sometimes goes away for almost a year at a time and takes the form of spring and summer rain. But you can bet your boots that when a good, jolly December wind kisses it, it will turn into Christmas snow all over again. — Santa Claus in Frosty the Snowman
Although the temperature went from the 80s to the 20s for me upon landing in Indiana from Florida, there is something magical about coming home to a White Christmas. In the countryside especially, the snow is bright and fluffy, covering the earth as far as the eye can see. Even when it starts to melt and leaves mud patches, the patterns they leave are artworks, and leave promises for future snowfalls to fill in their jagged gaps.
It’s hard to believe that it’s already Christmas Eve, and in a little over a week we will be ushering in a new year. There’s so much reflecting that I would like to do of my life from starting teaching in June to now, but for now I’ll enjoy the warmth produced by Christmas lights, the myriad of holiday shows on TV, and delicious Christmas cooking as I nurse a pesky cold.