Caught up in clouds way up in the sky, suddenly, on a given day it is released and it falls. Touched by cold air and pulled by gravity, it tumbles down so gently and delicately. Slowly it parachutes silently, until caught by a tree, a rooftop, or the ground.
There it resides while the weather is cold, until it melts, or until it is carried away by rainfall. Where it goes from there of course, has been studied and discovered by many, but that’s not the point of this snowflake’s story.
My Snowflake Tale
Sparkly snowflakes can be seen Through every cloudy season Whenever fog rolls in And when walking through mist
When the weather is cold enough To turn dew into frost An image of what once was As in an instant snap shot Once again they can be seen Through frost on the ground On rooftops trees and leaves
So if Christmas comes and goes Without you near or here Or without a single snowflake To tumble out of clouds I will see them wherever My mind pleases to In frost fog mist and dew
So please don’t fret or fear If you can’t be near Sparkly snowflakes I will see This Christmas Eve and Christmas Day
But please remember this: Every day is much more dear When you are here and near
Did you miss the beginning of this hockey tale? Click on the snowflake and start at Part 1!
Part 15 : SnowPuckLove
“Sweet Snowflake Sally Are you still with me?” Pete Puck somewhat distraught Feared Sally melted off In little Johnny’s glove
The puck now in Luke’s hand, Johnny brushed the snow off his gloves. All covered in snow after piling one snowball on top of another, the snowman was just about done. Everyone tapped and brushed the snow from their jackets and pants, filling the air with a drum-like cadence.
“Sally sweet Snowflake Sally Are you still here? Or are you in the snow Way out there in the field?”
“I have a great idea to dress up our snowman.” Luke said to the kids, “Johnny, could you get my hockey glove? It’s in my duffel bag by the ice rink.”
Without hesitation, Johnny ran off and all the other kids chased after him.
“I’ll get it!”
“No I wanna get it!”
Kids shouted one after the other as they rushed to the side of the ice rink, but Johnny got there first and just as quickly ran back with Luke’s hockey glove in hand.
“Oh Snowflake Sally If you’re no longer here Please be out in the field And not melted into tears”
Saddened and distraught Poor Peter Puck Had fallen in love With this snowflake sweetheart
Luke took his hockey glove and nestled it in the crook of the snowman’s neck.
“There you go!” He shouted proudly, “Let me introduce … our new hockey mascot!”
Only a single tear Would Peter Puck shed No longer stuck with Sally But a snowman instead
Then tingle trickle twinkle His tear turned to frost And another tingle twinkle The snowman chuckled
“Oh Peter Puck I must’ve dozed off Where are we now Off the ground up in a loft?”
The kids cheered and the players agreed. Luke’s lucky puck would not go missing again for this hockey season. In the hockey glove, close to the snowman’s heart, it would preside over the ice rink and their games.
Needless to say Peter Puck’s dismay Quickly turned into sheer Gleeful merriment and cheer
“Sally! Snowflake Sally! You’re still here!” “Of course sweet Pete I said I’d never leave”
Then a tingle trickle twinkle The glove must’ve sparkled When they both puckered up For a Snowflake Puck kiss Close to the snowman’s heart!
Click on the snowflake puck to see Snowflake Sally and Pete Puck!
This is the end of Snowflake’s Hockey Tale. Thank you for reading this story and even if snowflakes do not fall where you are, may your days be filled with snowflake kisses.
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Snowfalke’s Hockey Tale
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