It’s cold and wet. It’s white and fluffy. It’s the one and only: snow. It’s back and in business having made it across every lawn in the city. The sun is trying to melt it all away, but it just won’t give in. I guarantee it’s here to stay. But that’s okay. Because I know that when the snow falls and the temperatures drop, it means winter is back. And what better way to start off the winter months, then by celebrating Christmas.
I know that a lot of people don’t celebrate the holiday, but it brings me great joy to know that before the month is done that I will be able to give the gifts I bought to the people I love most. It’s the one time in the year one gets up voluntarily at 6am just to sneak a peak at what’s sitting under the tree.
That snow brings back a lot of memories.
My brother even mentioned to me that if it snowed anymore, we should go tobogganing. When I was really little, I used to go up a big hill with my brother and father down by Lake Ontario. Dozens of other families would climb the hill just to come all the way back down on their sleds.
We have had many sleds come and go. Red ones, purple ones, ones with handles and ones without. It was such a pretty scene to look out upon when you are small and innocent.
One time I remember us going tobogganing and my brother shoved his face in the snow to stop himself from running into a tree. We ended up going home to have hot chocolate so we could bandage him up.
The point is, the snow brings back good and bad times.
I am glad to have it back again. Too bad it has to be cold 😦