Fitting the yuletide ideals, a perfect blizzard has hit my hometown for Christmas this year. Being enclosed in the comfort of my home, looking out at the window resembles a scene right out of a snow globe. It's snow in its purest form - fluffy and sparkly and layering perfectly, indicating the construction of the perfect snowball is not too far away.
As an adult, snow becomes a piece of artwork when it first falls. To be admired through the picture frame of one's own window, amidst the warmth of the fireplace. But while the adults wistfully gaze outside, sipping their scotch, the kids go out to play.
I couldn't help but admire the precious moments of my niece and nephews, dressed up as giant marshmallows, outside tumbling and fumbling through the snow. I could only laugh as I watched them, so clumsy in their snowsuits, but rebounding right back up from the cushion of the snow. Afterwards they came indoors with huge grins and the reddest of cheeks.
As an adult you think, "thank goodness I'm inside for this weather". You think about the consequences - frostbite, driving through it, shovelling the driveway, the end result of slush.
As a kid, the snow is huge. You turn into a mountain climber, conquering these hills of snow like they're the biggest challenge you have to face. It's a jungle gym given to you by nature. It can be a snow fort, a snow man, anything your imagination can think of. No idea is too impossible (at least until your toes start to get cold).
It's one of those things about being a child I sorely miss. All of Christmas is very nostalgic, especially when you have little ones around, reminding you why Christmas was so special. The anticipation of all the traditions and the occasion itself (and of course the peeking at the presents).
It's just such a different kind of feeling as an adult. Christmas becomes stressful and a bit of a headache. You don't think about presents but maybe instead preparing the perfect dish. And you begin to hate winter and snow too. I know I'm guilty of that.
Your priorities shift entirely. But maybe the one thing that brings us back to our family each year for the holidays is that Christmas has the ability to take us back, in flashes, to how it was when we were kids. And no matter how cold the snow might be, the holiday nostalgia can be a very warm thing.