So there we were. It was the first snow of the year. Actually, it was the first snow my wife had ever seen. She was from Miami and I met her when I moved down to Florida for the military. We flew into Philadelphia to visit some of her family for Christmas and after renting a car on Christmas Eve we headed out to Connecticut to visit my family.
“How much further,” my wife asked. I smiled and grabbed the Christmas carol CD I had just bought and put it in the radio.
“About three hours,” I finally said. She grimaced and looked out the window at the snow.
“Where are all those big snow flakes. You know the ones you make in grade school.”
“These are it. They don’t get much bigger,” I retorted.
“Really…I thought…that’s kind of boring,” she turned to me and frowned again.
After ‘Silent Night’ my wife pushed her seat back and closed her eyes.
The snow began to pick up and the roads became a little more slick. We seemed to be the only brave souls out on a very snowy recently turned Christmas Day. Parents were finishing up playing Santa Claus. Kids were dreaming about the morning to come. I remembered those Christmases as a child. We never had much especially when my mom divorced my father. But it was always a beautiful time. I would watch ‘A Christmas Carol’ five or six times and eat cookies along with my brother. And if there was snow we would sled and throw snow balls at each other until our arms ached and we felt like we would get frostbite on every inch of our skin.
As I thought about my childhood, I noticed the engine light turned on the dashboard of the rental. We had just passed over the Connecticut boarder. We were two hours from our destination. I gently stroked my wife arms as ‘Jingle Bells’ began to rattle the car.
“What is it,” she murmured. And then it happened. The car ground to a halt…in the middle of Groton, Connecticut. I began to laugh. My wife wasn’t amused.
AAA said it was going to be 3 hours to get to us. At me telling her this, my wife got out of the car in a huff. I did the same but with an idea and a smile on my face. It had been years since I had done it, but I still had quite a skill at creating a perfectly round snow ball.
As my wife paced, I nailed her in the shoulder with my crafted snowball. And then I ran to her and tackled her into a snow bank.
By the time AAA came, my wife and I had already made a legion on snow angels. My wife’s first snow, first snow ball fight and snow angel were a great Christmas present. Reminding me of those times growing up with snow omnipresent.