Winter Wonderland

I remember that day with a distinct consuming elation. It was the Eve of Christmas and my cousins and I were bubbled up with excitement, cooped inside our grandparents’ house. With our noses pressed against the glass, we gazed out the window longing, praying for little milky specs to fall from the sky. And then, finally, at the stroke of noon, it happened. Billions of glossy orbs began an elegant dance cascading from the heavens. 

Before the first clump kissed the ground, we were off. We tore ourselves from the window and flung on our jackets, gloves, hats, and boots in a hasty frenzy. Scurrying outside like little mice, we came upon a striking picture. The snow had (deftly) painted the grass, creating a shiny silver blanket. While admiring the snow globe microcosm, we were suddenly pelted with a snowball. 

Swiftly turning around to identify the unknown threat, we were flabbergasted to see our parents and grandparents standing fifteen feet away toting snowballs. And then, another chunk of snow was hurled at me, hitting me square in the face. We knew then. It was on. Crouching down, my cousins and I hastily gathered snow into small balls. Popping up to our feet smiling like cheshire cats, we lobbed the snowballs at our family. 

Laughing and grinning, we pelted each other before eventually we made our way inside, soaked from our head to our toes. I remember that day with a distinct consuming elation. It was a day filled with family and fun in our own little winter wonderland. 

~ Bridgett H.