So, here we were on Saturday morning. The humongous snowflakes had been falling on our town about 45 minutes or so. The forecast was predicting over 4” depending on who you listen to, Omaha or Sioux City. The kids & I decided we’d roll on downtown to see how cool it looked with the annual 3-4 story tall Christmas tree in the middle of main street and everything ready for the holidays.
As we rounded the corner, we saw the community theater all decorated up. This 100 year old building is currently being restored to its hey-day and is a beauty with it’s new roof, freshly painted tower, tuck pointing and brick work repair done and the beautiful large wreath above the front door.
4-1/2 year old Olive said to her brother, “Oh, Noah, when you look up at the sky and see the snow falling on us, it’s so cool!”
I put their windows down as we crawled on the slick old brick main street past the theater so they could better watch the snow from their seats. Noah, 7-1/2, heard something and said, “What’s that?!” in surprise.
I had forgotten about the Christmas music that is piped in each year over the speaker system. It was ringing out a nice mellow, contemporary tune. For about a block no one spoke, just enjoying our own favorite parts of these moments. We drove under the large Christmas tree we had come to see. The huge, puffy snowflakes fell on our faces from the windows and the music lulled us. We all said we loved each other.
It was almost a magical moment.
At least I’m going to pretend that’s what my boy meant when he said it all seemed, “Weird.” Magical and surreal. No one around, snow falling quietly and music ringing out in the town almost like a movie set.
“A Winter Wonderland,” he said later. I agreed and said I knew it was silly to get so much enjoyment out of those moments, but it’s the simple things. I recognize it now a few hours later that this moment will be a memory.
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