Sound of Snowflakes on Christmas Eve
School was out for Christmas break. I was 12.
afternoon, late, a little before dark, snow started falling.
snowed all night.
and I slept in the unfinished attic. Through the night
listened to winter's wind whistling through the cracks in
walls, I listened to winter's wind and snow weaving
accompanied by the cedar and pine trees
and protecting our home.
daybreak I heard Mama and Daddy downstairs,
loading the furnace with coal then going out the
door headed to the barn to feed the animals, Mama
the kitchen cooking breakfast. She was singing, quietly,
Christmas Tree." I smelled bacon and biscuits and
and coffee. Yes I was already drinking coffee.
when I was 6.
woke Brad up. Brad was a sound sleeper. I said "Hey,
up. Let's go see how much snow we got. Hey, get
We've got to go milk the cows, chop the ice on the
and bring the coal in. Come on, Mama's cooking
I'm going down."
and I had breakfast with Mama and Daddy. As
Mama's cooking was delicious. We ate every
Brad licked his plate.
left for work at the mines.
Brad and I finished our morning chores I got my
shotgun and went hunting.
had snowed over a foot during the night and giant
were still falling. The snow wasn't letting up.
walked and walked and walked. I was in awe of the
all the beauty that surrounded me. I lost track
I found myself
in a field surrounded by woods. All
me the wind whispered through the limbs
branches of the barren trees, the wind whispered
the fur of the evergreen trees. A lone crow
in the distance, searching its way home.
was then I realized that I was hearing a sound
than any other, a loud but gentle and soft
the sound of falling snowflakes.
sound, that moment, comes back to me often,
now, transporting me to a time and a
long gone, but a time and a place that will
eternally in me in my heart's memory.
(c) 2006 Ron Whitehead