The snow falls around my head, covering my path, and I hear the wind through the snow covered trees as I make my way through the empty streets.
I am heading to nowhere. Covered from head to toe in layers I am warm. The wind blows against me but I go on into the white unknown.
I feel like I am walking on a foreign planet. I’ve discovered a new planet and I am now walking through its streets. I imagine meeting the people of this planet. Being greeted with presents.
Christmas is near but what I hold dear is not the gifts but being home with family. Sure, in my dreams I am overwhelmed by the gifts on an alien planet but here on Earth I receive next to nothing.
I walk as the dream fades. I will head home soon but there’s more to explore. I want to see more snow covered streets. I want to see the empty parking lots and the empty streets that would normally be crowded with Holiday shoppers.
Have you ever heard the sounds of a snowy day? It’s not as much a sound as it is the absence of so many other sounds. I imagine for a moment that I am the only person left. I don’t imagine where everyone has gone. Just that they are gone. Maybe they are on holiday.
I am only blocks away from home. On a clear day I can imagine which direction to crow would fly from here to there but now I guess that the crow is somewhere warm like Hawaii.
I hear the sounds of children playing, in the distance, as they surely are enjoying this weather. No school and such. I think for a moment that I will follow their laughter and their shouts to join them in their fun but I walk the opposite direction.
I find their sounds fading as I walk past houses with people gathered around fireplaces. I can see them through their bay windows. Families gathered. Maybe the will sing songs together. Christmas songs about a boy in a manger or maybe they will roast marshmallows upon the open fire. I know it’s suppose to be chestnuts but I have never had any chestnuts.
I walk slower. I feel the cold for once. I wonder I should head home. I begin to walk in that general direction. Snow falling around me. It gathers like blankets being spread out over the land. It covers everything making everything white and bright. What a sight it is to see nothing but snow.
I see my house before long. I long for hot chocolate and a warm blanket. I don’t mind the snow as long as I have a warm house to come back to. The warmth after the cold is refreshing.
I open the door to my house. The difference is rewarding. The heat surrounds me as I discard layer after layer of clothing. I hang these damp garments around the room wherever I can find a place. I wrap a large blanket around me and begin to make hot chocolate.
I sit and sip as I watch the snow through the window. I am happy to be inside with memories of that wonderland. I can dream of snow without the cold. I can also think of Christmas.
I do not mind so much that I receive so little for Christmas. I remember what there is to be so merry about. I remember the Christ that gave so much. I remember the real reason we celebrate this winter Holiday.