The rain this morning has almost washed away the tiny trace of what many Michiganders ironically call a four-letter word…SNOW! When Emalynn woke up 2 days ago and realized it was December she said “Did it snow?” I laughed out loud remembering how excited I used to get as a child when it snowed. There was nothing more exciting than a world of white outside my window. As I’ve gotten older I still feel that way…especially if I don’t have to bundle my babies all up to go anywhere but can enjoy watching it fall with a cup of cocoa by the fire in the glow of Christmas lights.
I can only remember a few Christmas times without snow…deemed in a disgruntled voice an icky brown Christmas at our house. We all loved it when it snowed. I have a little bit of Kevin McAllister in me from Home Alone 2. He questioned his parents as to why in the world they were going to Florida on vacation at Christmas. There’s no snow there! I can even remember sheepishly praying to the great, Almighty Creator and Sustainer of all life asking Him if we would just let it snow for Christmas. I would always just giggle with glee when He actually did! As if God has nothing better to do, right? So silly of me! Christmas is still wonderful…even without snow!
Snow at Christmas to me is the most perfect picture. Why? It represents what Jesus has done for me. He was born to die…to give of Himself…and His blood has washed my sin…white as snow! That is the biggest reason I love a white Christmas. Not because I am from Michigan and it’s supposed to snow here…or so that it won’t be icky and brown…so I can look out my window and remember what Jesus has done and why we celebrate His birth! It makes Christmas that much sweeter! Hmmm…sweet…perhaps that will be #22?