It is Christmas eve today. Want to wish all my family and friends a very Merry Christmas. May God bless your homes and family this special time of the year. This has been a crazy month so far. More snow already than we had all last season. My computer crashed, thankfully I'm back. Lost a part of my writings but hope I printed them or at least sent a copy to my sister or cousin.
A child, kin to a church member is fighting leukemia, it brought back a lot of memories. 47 years ago our family faced the same thing. My niece Liz was just shy of her 4th birthday when she lost her battle 6 months later. I still think of her often.
Our son Mike has a new job, more time for his family and church. We have 2 beautiful grandchildren Jonah and Wren. Our son James, is doing good. Learning to trust God more everyday. He has a beautiful lady in his life.
Decorations any more are outside. The manger scene has been placed in the front yard for more years than I can remember and this year is no exception. Christmas will be spent with James and his friend. Family means as much to her as it does to us and we are thankful she has opened her home to share with us. Decided I would share The Snowman, with you. It seems it has snowed all over the country this year already. My precious mentor group at church had a snowman theme for our Christmas get to gather. The Snowman, I wrote this and shared with them.
Love and Merry Christmas
Brenda
The Snowman
The snowflakes fall one by one, created by the almighty God. Each one with a design of its very own. Moment by moment, then hour upon hour the snowflakes fall. Inch by inch they pile, till everything is covered. A white so beautiful it reminds us of God's cleansing power.
Winds calm down, snowflakes cease to fall. A peaceful night for the children to dream. A snowman tomorrow will be built of the snow. Each one a creation of its own.
A breakfast of warm oatmeal and buttered toast. A cup of hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows The children's tummies are full and their hearts are warm. Their pajamas are exchanged for warm winter clothing
Now socks and galoshes on their feet much go. No cold or dampness will get to their toes. A coat buttoned up to keep in the warmth. A bright colored scarf will keep the neck warm. Next, a hat with earmuffs to keep out the cold. Warm woolen mittens on the hands now go. The door finely opens and outside the children go.
First thing snowballs are made. Perfectly round, each one the same size. A snowball fight now to begin. Girls against boys, or neighbor against neighbor. No matter the out come it is determined that all are winners.
One snowball remains, creation begins. At the edge of the yard the rolling begins. With each turn the snowball makes, the larger it grows. Suddenly it stops. So large has it grown, no longer can the children push. The start of the snowman now has a home.
A new snowball is now formed and its journey begins at the edge of the yard. A new path it makes. Rolling is stopped before it gets home. This one is lifted, carried, and placed with care and procession, on the base of the snowman to continue its growth.
Another snowball is created with care. This one is the most important of all. It is rolled on its journey, the size must be perfect. The children all say, "That is just right." One child is chosen to carry this one. To the top of the snowman, the growing now ends. The head of the snowman now is in place.
The children stand back, inspecting their work. No change is required. Decoration time for the snowman has come. Two special wooden sticks are chosen, one on each side used as the arms. Three shiny stones on the middle now go. One above the other, only inches apart, now as buttons on a coat. A scarf is surrendered, a beautiful color it is, around the neck it goes.
A face for the snowman is the last to be made. Five small stones places in a crescent shape, now as a mouth can be seen as a smile. The nose is the hardest to find. The size must be right for all to see. A big bright red marble is chosen, for the cold the snowman has. Two beautiful black marbles, now shine as his eyes. The children stand back, to admire their creation, but one speaks up,"Something is missing."
To the tree house the oldest boys goes, for a treasure he has hidden away. An old black top hat over the summer he found. His treasure recovered, to the snowman he returns. With care and a gentle touch, he sits the hat on the top of the snowman's head.
The children were delighted at the creation they had made. It will stand in the yard, a guard through the cold winter nights. The snowman is proud of the joy he's brought, but he knows in time he will return to his creator God.
© Copyright 2013 All rights reserved.
