Wispy snowflakes fell from a deep gray sky early this morning. Fell? No, they danced, danced in all directions with the fickle wind. I wanted to run outside and twirl and skip and do all the things the snowflakes were doing! An Eskimo would have probably described this snow scene using one word that would draw a picture more beautiful than a thousand words could say!

The snowflakes danced with the crisp north easterly wind as the votive candle flame flickered on my desk. The wind blew outside. The garage furnace blew inside. The warm air against my back felt wonderful as I sat at my desk writing to a friend. It also teased the votive candle with a game of “got you last”. Do the Eskimos have a word for describing the dance of a candle’s flame?

Dancing snow, dancing candle flames! “What’s this all about, Alfie?”

I DON’T REALLY KNOW.

Except…

It is the 16th day of Christmas!

Maybe early this morning God was telling me to see some little things that often go unnoticed, the little wonderfilled things He gives us everyday.

on the 16th. day of Christmas

Terry Cicala

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