On the Fifth Day of a Feminine Christmas
This image stole my heart because the little girl reminds me of my daughter at that age. She had a Hummel-like look to her face too. But I also love the snow-swept Narnian magic about the illustration. I concede there may be a touch of “AI” in it – I’m beginning to spot that feature but who doesn’t crave a little idealization at Christmastime?
All my childhood Christmases are remembered with white sparkling snow – the kind that had a heavy crust on top but a soft underbelly. It was always fun to watch our family dog try to run through the backyard on snow like that. Never giving up especially if she were chasing a rabbit, her legs would dip up and down into the cold snow which only delayed her for an extra second or two on the uptake. She looked like a prancing Christmas horse with the red bow we always tied around her neck.
I found the statistics on the chance of having a white Christmas in my area and it is somewhat low. We often get snow between Christmas and New Year’s instead. But I’m not opposed to a Christmas Eve when snowflakes fall even if they don’t stick to the ground.
Living in New England, I assure you that snow complicates life enormously. But it’s beautiful. And it’s Christmas…
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Karen
There is something unearthly and magical about snow at Christmas, isn’t there? My wild children were not nearly this adorable–they looked more like something out of a Dr. Seuss book. The “horrible Hurdmen” variety of Christmas child.
Growing up in Maryland, I don’t believe we ever had a white Christmas. When I moved to New York, I was sure every year would be a snowy holiday. Alas, the truth is we rarely get white Christmases, even in western New York which is famous for its brutal winters and heavy, relentless snowstorms. We get our worst storms in late February and early March. But on those rare occasions, when we have had a white Christmas, everyone goes a little crazy. But isn’t that part of the fun?