A Chrismas Snow

In our mild climate, we're more apt to find a Christmas rose blooming in our garden than any Christmas snows. Yet some lucky years it happens and the snow come just in time to cover up the fall's debris and thus this little rhyme. On Christmas Eve it started in soft and fluffy fall. We watch with delight the changes as it covers over all. Each flake so small and trifling yet joining with the others, it becomes formidable and bold and envelops all with smothers. The beauty over-powering under day or nighttime skies, is a wonder world of purest white, and a sight to mesmorize. 11/30/14