Christmas Snow

A tale of a Christmas pasted so many years ago. Staying a house full love and memories that were made there. A fireplace that kept you warm and toasty as you sipped on hot chocolate from a crock pot to keep it at right temperature for drinking.

The winter had been mild in those mountains that yea. Many people wondered if it would be a Winterland at Christmas with a snowstorm or not.

Some people said it would, and some said it not. But we all knew that it was to be.

People rushing in and out of store with gifts for their loved one for the Christmas morning delight. Lights or green and red seem to be everywhere that Christmas so long ago.

Many stories would tell by people in town that best Christmas snow they could remember. One would said Christmas snow in mountains are the best.

It like mother natural had dusted the tree with power sugar to make them shine. Big and small snow angels would be made in the snow that was pure as it could be. People helping people out with a shovel in tow. Your reward would be hot chocolate and place by the fireplace to watch it pop and crackles as the log that were cut in fall.

My best Christmas snow story is with my father who has since passed away. We were visiting a family member the one Christmas eve, and we were to go down the mountain in the morning but first with words that they would be snow on ground in the morning. My father explained the moon on that Christmas eve night had haze that warned you of snowstorm was coming.

As we sat by the fireplace sipping hot chocolate nothing had starting yet, was this something my father had made up and get us to sleep that night because Christmas morning was a few hours away and Santa won't come if you were still awake.

Off to bed we went the house was warm when we woke up on Christmas morning and to my surprise it had snow big time over night. All I could do is to look at the snow as brightness to blind you because the sun was and wanted to the snow to gone.

As we shovel off the car to start our journey down the mountain my father had a big smile on his face because the way the moon looked the night before he knew there would snow. How much he didn't know.

We were done the uncovering of the car. We loaded in the car with care more gifts that were to be open at family with our stomachs full of lunch we headed down the mountain on a long twisty road we took our time but for child on Christmas day it felt like lifetime.

Look out the window of car going down it was a like picture post card just for us to receive that Christmas Day.

Still in wonder how did my father know about the snowstorm that would come that Christmas eve night. Did he have help from Santa, the weatherman or the little child that was still inside of him.

I may never know a secret that would never to light. But a secret that was Christmas Snow.