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There’s No Business Like Snow Business

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Yes. Indeed. There’s no business like snow business….

There’s no business like snow business like no business I know
Everything about it is freezing, everything that woollies will allow
Nowhere could you get that icy feeling when you are feeling that extra snow

There’s no people like snow people, they grimace when they are low
Even with a snowman that you know will melt, you will be stranded out in the cold
You would exchange it for a sack of sunshine, let’s NOT go on with the snow

There’s no business like snow business and I tell you it’s so
Travelling through the country is so killing, standing outside on snowy nights
Frowning as you watch the garden, and there’s your car nowhere in sight

Yesterday they told you that Spring is near, that night it snowed and there you are
Next day on your sleigh they’ve hung a snowball, let’s not go on with the snow!!

Recited to the tune of ‘There’s No Business Like Show Business’ by Irving Berlin.

And so the snow continues… Brr!

 

 

Maloquacious © 2014

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

12.12.12

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Courtesy of S.Q

Today is 12.12.12 –  the last of the repeating dates this century. People the world over are celebrating this significant date, and commemorating it with special events. But one boy has something extra special to celebrate.

Corey Smith will celebrate a momentous coincidence as he turns 12 at 12 today – 12.12.12. Born in 2000 at 12 noon, this young boy awaits the incredulous moment. Wow.

As we make note of this day, let us take a minute to reflect on life. Young or old, we are happy to be alive. We are thankful to Him for this day…for all the blessings we have enjoyed. Certainly, we are grateful for even the ups and downs because they have made our journey all the more interesting.

Adversities make us stronger. The knocks and tumbles are there to steer us and direct us in the right direction. Friends and family give us the love and support to help us overcome such obstacles. We give gratitude for our parents…God bless them for their unconditional love.

With strong faith and deep trust in Him, hurdles are cleared and barriers broken down. We need not worry for an answer to our prayers. Just have patience and always remember He is near: “Trust in My timing for My timing is perfect. Just let Me do My job.” When the moment is right, it will happen.

Agreed, the climb can be tough; the tumble, rough. All the waiting and being patient is too trying. But getting through it all is reason enough to celebrate the new YOU – the more confident, capable and compassionate YOU. Compassionate? Yes. Since after having experienced similar trials and tribulations, one becomes more understanding and caring of others’ feelings.

On this day, let the universal spirit of togetherness unite everyone, irrespective of caste, colour or creed and let there be more tolerance, patience and forgiveness in the world.

Today, may you have luck and laughter on your side; may health and happiness be yours, and, if it snows, go out and build yourself a merry little snowman – Happy 12.12.12!

Maloquacious © 2012

The perfect man

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FROST. Courtesy of NY

FROST. Courtesy of NY

Yesterday, I surprised everyone. Even myself. I woke up at the crack of dawn. 10am. Even the fish were shocked out of their gills. For a sec they stopped breathing. I could tell. The bubbles had stopped.

Well, okay. I exaggerate. Guilty as charged. But………Gotcha!

The first rule in writing is to capture your reader’s attention. No matter how short the attention span. Still, some may stop reading at this point. No worries. However, if they use your page as ‘firewood’ to light their garbage then you have a BIG problemo. Si.

But, chances are that they are still reading. How do I know that? Because curiosity killed the cat. And let’s face it…not everyone is a Kool Kat, my friend. No kiddin’. And please don’t talk about dogs here. Thank you.

Speaking of kool cool, I genuinely feel for all those who are experiencing freezing temperatures. It was only when I saw my old pal Mr Snowman and his cronies appear here and there in the snow-clad cities that I had a memory jog. Whoosh! I was magically taken back to my childhood.

I still remember with vividness the sight of everything covered in white as I peeked out from my bedroom window. We siblings squealed in delight as we donned our woollies and speedily stepped into snug snowshoes. We dashed out the front door and a gust of bitterly cold air smacked us in the face. Undaunted, we bravely plodded on.

Yay! Hurrah. Thrill. Excitement. We tugged tighter at our mohair mittens, pulled our furry berets further down to cover the ears and twined and twisted scarves around to snuggle our chins. Brr. We froze. Yet we smiled. We were supremely happy.

Our eyes shone with smug satisfaction as we looked at the snowman we had built. He now wore a hat and scarf. Perfect. The perfect man – as we youngsters thought. Ah, the joys of childhood. Innocence. Sigh.

And, now that I am older I have learnt that there is no such thing as the perfect man. Sigh. Does he exist? Did he ever exist? You tell me.

Maloquacious © 2012

Is this the snowman that Jack built?

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No, it’s the snowman that my daughter built. Jack built the house, remember?

If you need to take a trip down memory lane, read here.

I simply love the little snowman! Snowflakes are falling, temperatures are freezing. These days Mr Snowman is a popular figure in many places – a delight for all, young and old alike. My son and daughter put him together with special care and oodles of love…God bless them both! Read the rest of this entry