I used to live in Alberta, where winter snow storms were commonplace and often thought of as more of an inconvenience than anything else.  Yet throughout my daughter’s childhood, the first snowfall was always an exciting moment for her.  No matter the time of day, she would rush outside to dance and play in the snow.  I have many happy memories of those days, where the magic of the first snowfall was always a new and marvelous thing.  Over the years, my daughter has taught me the value of finding joy in the little things.  Although my daughter is older now, she is still the first one to come to mind when I see the first flakes start to come down.  Her childhood joy has stayed with me over the years, making each new snowfall a magical moment for me.

A Magical Place
By Krista Longeway

In the stillness of the morning air
I pause and look through treetops bare
Where a blanket of newly fallen snow
Covers all of the world below
As delicate snowflakes swirled and blew
The outside world was made clean and new
Transforming it into a magical place
Where glittering snowflakes hang like lace