The Magic of a Christmas Snow
James DuganAnd all the people who plowed and erased the snow from the present to make it a Christmas memory, well I hope they did it for free. And when I drove up the street to get my groceries for my Christmas eve party and saw the people leaning on their shovels, I believed they were meeting for the first time, learning names, seeing ages, understanding their place in life in reference to the face they were sharing the day, the event, the sun, the snow and their very existence with by living so close. But mostly I hoped when I came home on one of the shortest days of the year and saw the lights reflecting off that first snowfall of the season, I hoped that there were no goodbyes said, but just a thank you and an open invitation to share their lives found in a nod, a handshake, a smile.
