Here we are on Christmas Eve (it may already be Christmas Day where you are in the word!). I took a photo last week in the lobby of the same building that I featured in “When I Look Up, part 3.” It’s the holiday season and they were decked out for Christmas.
Shhh! Don’t tell anyone. I took this photo in the lobby when Security Guy was looking the other way.
Here we are in Seattle tonight, getting ready for Christmas tomorrow. We had the most amazing thing happen this afternoon. My husband came downstairs to the kitchen where I was finishing up a batch of my well-known “black-and-white chocolate chip cookies,” and he said, “Snow?! Who said it could snow?” I foolishly thought he meant what they were saying on the radio, the forecast which had just said, “Chance of snow this evening.,” so I didn’t pay attention. But then, a few minutes later, I stepped to the window, and –
It was SNOWING!!! There was snow on the ground! THAT’s what he meant.
For Seattleites, this is really something strange. We NEVER get snow on Christmas. All my life I’ve lived in Seattle, and as a child you always hope for snow on Christmas, right? And all my life we never had it, this being a marine climate where we get plenty of rain, plenty of gray cloudy days, but rarely snow.
I went outside and just stood in it, watching the snow falling past the streetlight at the end of our street, and thought of Narnia, about the lamppost stands in the snow where Lucy and Mr. Tumnus meet. It was so quiet. And so lovely.
Have a wonderful holiday!