She forgot the cold,
and stepped out of bed.
She tiptoed on the cold floor
opened the curtains
and full of awe
witnessed the snowflakes
swiftly dancing down.

A child I was.
But even then
I knew
this was a moment
to remember.

I forgot how I washed,
dressed and ate.
Even forgot what my mother said,
or what the colours of my shoes were.

But I still feel myself
touching the cold doorknob,
opening the door,
stepping outside
in the cold fresh air
and being part
of this miracle.

I felt comfortably surrounded
by the fluffy snow
that softly carressed my face.
It made me feel like dancing.
And I danced
under the huge trees
near our home.
and felt tiny
but not at all alone.
For this was one of the miracles
of Christmas
that came to be.