I look up at the sky at a thousand falling specks, the cold dots sticking to my eyelashes and clothes. This is the first time I’ve truly seen snow. Sure I’ve seen it in movies but that’s not something you can touch. It’s not something you can form into a ball and feel the weight of in your palm.
I’ve always dreamed for snow too. Every Christmas before I went to bed I would wish for it to snow. For Santa to bring it with him from the North Pole. Every single time, nothing happened. Except for this time.
I woke up and immediately ran to my window, pulling the curtains back to reveal beautiful sheets of white. I didn’t even want to open presents. I put on my winter coat, my hat and mittens and ran out into the snow, my parents following close behind in their sleepy hazes.
I was going to have my first snowball fight. First snowman and snow angel. My first bowl of snow cream. And it all happened because of Santa Clause. Today was going to be the best Christmas ever. I could already feel it.