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A magical time at Santa’s Grotto

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image via the web.

image via the web.

Open Sesame!

Whoosh!

The magical door opens. And I am transported back to my childhood…and to the enchanted winter wonderland that I so much loved and enjoyed.

I am six years old. My woollies hug me as I toss aside the pompom of my cap that annoyingly obstructs my view of Santa’s grotto.

Eyes wide, mouth agape, I then enter. The awesome majesty of the scene very nearly bowls me over. I steady myself and gasp at the beauty of it all.

Silver tinsel, red and white toadstools, and tiny golden bells polka-dot the snowflake white scenery.

Wee lights, psychedelic, charmingly wink; the stars, a myriad, shine their sparkle on either side of the winding pathway.

Bunches of holly  and mistletoe prettily twine the poles.

Now and then I read a sign: “Make a wish and pull the string.” Indeed I do!

Tinkling bells echo as wishes are granted.

Fairies twirl their wands, blessing everyone.

Elves are seen loading sacks of presents on to the sleigh.

Ever so softly and most joyfully, familiar tunes of the festive season start to play.

Winter sits on the garden bench. Icicles hang strategically, brrr. Oh, such fascinating sights!

Nearby a little red robin perched up high, trills heartily.

I join other children shriek in delight when a sudden snowflake shower comes fluttering down.

Big grins appear on our faces as we realise that we’re soon to meet the big man himself.

Quickly, I mentally go over my list – which is always long – just to make sure I’ve not forgotten anything.

Then..

The reindeer appear…

Dasher,

Dancer,

Prancer,

Vixen,

Comet,

Cupid,

Donder,

Blitzen,

and, finally….Rudolph.

I walk on.

Excited, hugely.

Thrilled, enormously.

Tickled pink, oodles.

I accelerate my walking tempo. Hup-2-3-4.

Soon, Santa’s much loved elves smilingly receive all us youngsters, and we approach, rather nervously, with sweaty palms…

We’re at the end of the tour, and there, behind the magnificently decorated Christmas tree, stands dear Santa!

image via the web.

image via the web.

“Ho! Ho! Ho!”

Treasured memories of a most wonderful childhood spent in Winter Wonderland. I am indeed blessed!

Maloquacious © 2013

The touch of a snowflake angel

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As folk of the southern hemisphere bid farewell to the warm, sunny temperatures, the snow dances its last waltz in the northern hemisphere.

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When this white, fluffy stuff falls from the heavens it delights spirits and spurs the soul with thrill and excitement. In fact J.B. Priestley puts it spot on with his quote:

“The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?”

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So true. Snow sprinkles a certain kind of magic when it first falls. Oh, how we welcome it! Faces, beaming bright with huge grins. Eyes, all lit up with the sparkle of disbelief at the snowy sight that unfolds. Merriment. Joy. Oodles and oodles of it.

Andy Goldsworthy put it so aptly with: “Snow provokes responses that reach right back to childhood.” 

Yes, cherished memories come rushing in like a high-powered electric train. Scenes of the white winter wonderland of my childhood flash in front of me. I see myself, swaddled in bright-coloured woollies traipsing through the deep snow, my feet, snug in warm, furry, snowshoes. My head topped with a rich crocheted crown of woollen pompoms and tassels. Oh, how I loved that woolly bonnet!

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Courtesy of NY.

I still remember with great vividness, the sight of the small bush in our garden, its twigs shrouded in a soft, wispy veil of delicate snowflakes….how simply enchanting it was. What fun it was to help shovel away the snow. Shrieking, laughing while having snowball fights, and giggling in delight as everyone skidded and slipped on the ice…there is no remembrance of casualties, so I guess all was safe and sound.

“Snowflakes are kisses from heaven.” We love them. We adore how snow feels. Ever tried catching snowflakes with the mouth wide open and then feeling the sudden, sharp iciness as they softly land? That’s when you’ve been touched by a snowflake angel!

But when the snow outstays its welcome and seems to drown the landscape, bringing everything to a halt. Roads blocked, airports closed. People are ready for it to just go away.

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Courtesy of F.F.Q.

E.E. Cummings declared: “The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.” Sigh.

So, therefore, we bid adieu to snow – the enchanting winter wonderland – and, now, watch it dance its last waltz. Play on, maestro.

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Courtesy of O.L.

Maloquacious © 2013