December 7 : Verse 7
There are so many good words to choose from this verse – I can’t decide which one to pick!
LOOK : There is so much to be said and seen from this word.
TOWARDS : Another word offering endless possibilities.
SKY : This is such a big part of Snowflake Kisses! How can I not pick this word!?!
Torn to bits while trying to reach a decision, I started to consider the word up, but finally decided on night:
‘Twas the Night Before Christmas, it isn’t quite yet, but it is the first thought that came to mind after deciding on the word night.
There are still 17 sleeps to go until the night before Christmas arrives. When I was growing up, the night before Christmas, also known as Christmas Eve, was just as eventful as Christmas Day. Not only did we get to stay up after midnight, but the excitement of Santa Clause possibly dropping by, and the anticipation of visiting with aunts, uncles and cousins, made it impossible to settle into the mandatory late afternoon nap before getting up in the middle of the night to prepare for midnight mass.
We would drive to my dad’s mom for a visit, where she greeted us dressed in her finest. Emanating a scent so delicate and sweet, I imagined she had been sprinkled with floral scented angel dust coming from a place called Lily of the Valley. According to grand-maman, if we didn’t attend mass, Santa would likely pass by our home without stopping in. This was a big incentive to attend mass in the middle of the night, but overall, it was just as exciting.
Pondering the word night at the beginning of another December, the all-time favourite, Silent Night, comes to mind. I can hear the mellifluent voice of Bing Crosby flowing through my grandpa’s built-in sound system, where he played his very own Christmas playlist long before Spotify even existed. My mom’s sisters, brothers and all my cousins would gather at her parents’ home, where grandma prepared a feast fit for kings, queens and angels. No matter how tired we may have been from the night before, the comfort and joy and laughter shared in my grandparent’s home, is one I have yet to experience again.
Another December is here, and where I am, snowflakes have yet to fall. The nights are chilly, but not cold enough for snowflakes to take shape, or perhaps it’s because there isn’t a cloud in the sky to be seen. There have been many clear nights when I step outside and look up to a very dark sky filled with stars. I’m always amazed at how many there are, and it’s funny how easily I can imagine them transforming into a billion snowflake kisses gently tumbling to the ground.
Tomorrow wraps-up the second stanza of Snowflake Kisses. Be sure to drop in for Verse 8!
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