My youngest daughter wishes for a white Christmas. There’s nothing more lovely and cozy than snow. But it’s not likely.
But sometimes, it does snow. It really does. I watch the flurries all morning, and then I check the weather report to see the likelihood of snow mid-day on Christmas Eve.
The forecast has changed.
How perfect! How Christmasy! It’s snowing! I remember that sometimes, your hopes on Christmas do indeed come about. I think of the kindness of Jesus in delivering good gifts–first Himself and then a million demonstrations of love throughout our whole lives.
He gave Himself. That beautiful gift spreads out into our hearts, our lives, our ordinary days.
The snow falls: a million little flakes on Christmas Eve.