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…