THE MIRACLE SNOW
WRITTEN BY:  BONNY HUFFMAN
DEDICATED TO: DALTON GATTENBY

    One evening in November, an unusually warm November, my son and I were sitting on our front porch watching the stars.

    My son pointed to the sky and said “look mom, a shooting star.  Let’s make a wish.”

    We both closed our eyes to make our wishes.  I sat and listened as he made his wish.

    He whispered “I wish it would snow.”  As soon as we could no longer see the shooting star, I said “Okay, it’s time to go inside, and get ready for bed.  You have school tomorrow.”

    He responded “Mom, I don’t think there will be any school tomorrow,” but he took his bath and went to bed anyway.

    Later that night, I stood staring out the screen door wondering how I was going to explain to him why there was not any snow.  When suddenly……..

    There was a snowflake on the front porch.  I shook my head, as I thought I was losing my mind, or at least just seeing things.  But, when I opened my eyes there was a foot of snow, then two feet of snow.

    By the time I got over my shock enough to thank God I didn’t have to explain why there was no snow to my son, there was at least six feet of snow, AND IT WAS STILL COMING DOWN, and it was coming down HARD!  I don’t know when it stopped or exactly how much there was, but I was very happy that my son believed enough in magic and miracles to wish for snow.  Because, to tell the truth, I had stopped believing in magic a long time ago.  My faith in magic, miracles, and God has now been restored to a whole new level.

    The next morning, as soon as I woke up, I woke up my son and his little sister.  School was, of course, cancelled.

    The news said there was 16,000 feet of snow.  (I’m still wondering how the newscasters got to the set.)

    I bundled both children in their winter clothes, coats, gloves, and hats.  Then I opened the front door.  The both ran to open the screen door.  (It took both of them, and me, to open it just far enough for us to get out.)

    As soon as we got outside, they started eating the snow.  By the time they stopped eating the snow, we were in the middle of our front yard with snow above us and below us.  We even had enough room to build snowmen.  That right, plural, snowmen.  We made a whole snow family.

    They wanted to invite their friends over.  We tried to call people over, but with 16,000 feet of snow, nobody was brave enough to open their front doors.  That was okay with us though.  We decided they just didn’t have enough faith in God to believe in magic and miracles.  We do though!

    After a few hours, we went back inside for some lunch and hot chocolate.  We even took naps, but as soon as we woke up, back outside we went.

    We had snowball fights, built forts, and even build mini-igloos.  (They couldn’t be full size, because they had to fit in our front yard.”  Then it was dinner time, story time, and then finally baths and bedtime.

    So the next time you’re feeling down and blue, think of the magic and miracles of children.  I know I do, ever since that miracle snow.

    Thank you, son, for restoring my belief in magic!  I LOVE YOU!

THE END