Let Me Just Say... There's something about that first snowfall.

There’s something so wonderfully hopeful about the first snow fall of the season. Granted, I’m writing this about a month late from when the snow first graced the grounds of this little Canadian corner I call home. But in the purest sense of irony, it seems I have awoken to find the snow falling ever so softly this morning. As if a gentle reminder that I needed to get online and upload my blog.

Growing up in Australia, snow is not a common thing. Don’t get me wrong, we have snow in Australia, just not where I’m from. Infact, Australia is home to the BIGGEST snow resort in the southern hemisphere. I’m sure that comes as news to most, if not all of you.

But yes, where I grew up – the more tropical climate area of Australia – snow was not a fixture of winter. Not like here in North America or when I lived in England. But there’s something so endearing about it. So simple. So easy. So... hopeful. Perhaps it is the freshness of the white powder as it perches itself gently on the bow of a tree, or the way it falls together so you can like on your back, arms and legs stretched out moving in and in and out motion as if to make your very first snow angel. Or your 100^th.

But mostly, that first snow fall brings with it a true feeling of the season. Of Christmas. I have done so many White Christmases now, the summer ones just simply don’t seem right. And while the weather may bring with it traffic delays and cancelled flights, you can’t help but simply stare in awe at how something so plain, so white, so very simple, can bring a smile to your face.

At least, for the first time of the season anyway! Once the slush arrives, no one wants to see that. Not even me!

And so, as the flakes gently fall outside my window making sure that yes indeed, I will have another White Christmas, may you all enjoy the festive season and have a wonderful, safe and memorable holiday.

Merry Christmas to you all!