The Magic of Snow

_I grew up in Texas where the only seasons are Summer and not Summer.
When I was a kid watching the weather forecast on the news
and they'd talk about the remote possibility of snow, I got excited.
Kids always find the magic of snow.

It rarely happened but when it did snow, the whole town would
practically shut down. But it never stayed around longer than a
day or two tops.

Even now, every time I see snow, it's a magical experience.

My first honest to goodness 'White Christmas' happened when
I was living in Germany.  Woefully ill prepared, I layered my
daughter and myself with all the clothes I could find
and made our way to the wooded park area behind the military housing.

_I'll never forget the way the snow delicately balanced on the
naked tree branches, the icicles sparkle as the sun caught their gaze,
or the deer as surprised to see us as we were to
see him who stood and watched us looking at the snow.

No where else have a found the depth of silence the snow covered ground offered
Truly the only sound we heard was the crunch of our feet in the snow.

We returned to our home, welcoming the warmth and maintaining the comfortable
blanket of silence the Christmas snow had wrapped around all of us.
We made hot cocoa and snuggled together on the couch to look at our
Christmas tree lights drifting off to sleep.

Now we come to the Wishcasting before Christmas
where Jamie asks

What is your winter wish?

My winter wish is to find the comfortable silence once again
in the magical snow.