Orange Loaf

Merry Christmas! I hope you’re all having a wonderful holiday with tons of snow!
I love the snow. I’ve always loved the snow. There’s something about the way the magical snowflakes softly and silently blanket everything that makes me feel like a little kid about to open presents on Christmas Day. This past Tuesday, I woke up to an unexpected, but welcomed surprise of snow. At school, I wasn’t able to focus at all because I just wanted to play outside in the snow. For one of the first times in my life, I felt as if school was just like confinement. I wanted to get out so badly. I got my chance to frolic about at lunch when I jumped around in the fresh snow. It’s a great feeling being the first person to make a set of tracks on a field. The snow seems to hush all noise and cover up any worries—unless you have to drive in the snow. I even saw a bunch of adults having a snowball fight in the park.

Another 5-10 cm of snow was forecasted for Wednesday before it was supposed to change to rain. Rain. The word I hate hearing in combination with snow. Living near Vancouver, I’m supposed to be used to the snow making a brief visit before getting washed away by the rain in less than a day, but I never am. As a huge snow lover, it always brings me sadness watching the beautiful, light snow quickly turning to nasty, wet slush.
Wednesday brought a few more centimetres of snow before turning to rain at around 1:30pm. Being busy at lunch, I wasn’t able to enjoy the huge snowflakes that fell. I enviously watched from inside a classroom as other students had fun making snowmen, twirling about, letting snow caress their face, and rolling around—well, that’s just basically a description of what I like to do in the snow, but I imagine other people like doing that too.
Now all that remains are dirty clumps of snow on the sides of the street. An eyesore.

It’s another wet and green Christmas for me, and the spirit of the holiday almost seems to get drowned out a little by the rain. Maybe it’s because I know Christmas is essentially a commercial holiday now. Maybe it’s because my family doesn’t put up a tree anymore. Maybe it’s because there’s no snow. Maybe it’s because the feelings of love and kindness take a backseat to the hustle and bustle of this holiday. OR MAYBE BECAUSE IT’S SO DARK THAT I JUST WANT TO SLEEP. Grr.
Whatever the reason, I just don’t feel the magic this year. It’s simply another day of the year.















