by Cassidie French
As I sit here rocking back and forth, listening to the crackling sound of the wood in the fire lost in a trance, I watch the beautiful show of dancing sparks and ashes falling like soft snow.
Oh, the calm feeling the snow brings. It lands on your nose and makes you shiver, but the snowflakes melt quickly, never to be seen again.
As I sit here listening to the small children running in the snow laughing, screaming and having a jolly time, Christmas reminds me of all the memories I have. The beautiful lights in every house, the beautiful Christmas trees and the nice crisp clean air they bring are brought to mind. Smelling the Christmas dinner mother is making while knowing all the children are waiting for a white-as-snow beard and a bright red suit on a man with big rosy cheeks is another favorite memory.
We all wait for this time of year. Some wait to celebrate Christ’s birth while others wait for Santa to come. Some choose to be happy and others don’t, but as I stand up and grab my coat, I feel the warmth it brings.
I put on my mittens and tie my hair up as I walk out the door to go sing with rosy red-cheeked carolers who are ready to spread the Christmas spirit.