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Season of Snow
Snow is a beautiful thing. The season of snow makes me happy and excited for what’s to come. Snow fulfills all my senses in a beautiful way. Snow brings people and animals together. The days that come with the season of snow that get young people excited. So many emotions from snow, so many ways to feel.
The season of snow comes with the Christmas season. Whether it’s sitting by the fireside, or going caroling from door to door, Christmas carols about snow are sung. Setting up a Christmas tree for some people means to go cut one down. They walk through the rows of trees and find the perfect one as it sparkles in the sun from the beauty of snow. Getting the Christmas tree inside in the perfect spot all decorated, realizing it needs one more touch; my mom pulls out a can of ‘snow’ that mimics its white beauty.
Fulfilling all my senses is something that snow undoubtedly does every season. The smells and sights I associate with it. Smelling fresh snow on a day off and automatically smelling freshness—a hint of pine and maybe grass. Going outside on that day off with a fresh layer of snow that blankets the entire ground, almost like it’s protecting it. The snow glistens and in the sunlight, I can never tell if it’s glowing or blinding. This was the day after a snowstorm and it’s almost serene, the sound of nothing but nature doing its work; the sounds I can hear the most are the birds chirping and the wind whooshing. Feeling the snow is what the children can’t seem to stop doing. They pick up handfuls of snow and smoosh it, feeling the tight ball that forms in their hand. I would run around and look at a pretty patch of snow, touching it as if it looked like a puppy’s first time seeing snow.
During the season of snow, family, friends, and animals are all brought together. Families make it a tradition to go on a walk together on Christmas morning, all decorated with their pajamas with a snowflake on it, and Santa hats on. With their new snow boots on, friends get together to go on a walk to talk about their upcoming plans, and they’re accompanied by their dogs who are playing in the snow. Animals also come together, the snow making all the dogs excited running laps around the house; the cat even gets excited, he’s bouncing around all the snow in the yard.
One of the most memorable parts of the season of snow is the anticipation of days to come. Kids talking all day at school about whether they will see each other the next day, coming up with ideas to increase the chance of a snow day. Once the snow day comes, snowmen are built, forts and tunnels are built, and snow angles, all representing the freedom the children have in the snow. People wake up on Christmas morning, hoping the presents are good. Before they can even do that, they have to look out their window to see if snow came as well. The snow on Christmas morning almost looks different. The snow looks like it’s happy and did a job well done.
Snow many aspects of snow get overlooked, and snow just becomes the season of snow. The season of snow brings so many good memories from the emotions that are provided with snow. The season of snow leaves people’s senses fulfilled and excited for what’s to come.
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This is for someone who often looks at winter as a dreadful season, like me.