As she was away from home, away from everything back in her native place. The newfound place was totally unfamiliar. It was a cool winter snowy morning and although she knew she is new to the place, she wants to walk around the place and enjoy what is there hidden too. Her eyes always strayed across to find something that is different and cherishes them forever. The building and the snow covered streets were something she has been seeing ever since she arrived in Swiss. It was only a first-time fascination about the new place.
The coldness crept onto her body. It was like every part of her was going numb. The coldness crawled into her, slowly moving up to her lips and making it dry, then she felt nothing. Her snow kissed lips and hands were loosing the sign of warmthness. She realized it too soon and wore her gloves, and it was all like she was in some other hot hands. The coldness slowly slid out of her sleeves, giving her tiny hands the warmth. The warmth she was longing for.
As she walked little further away from her apartment with her kid in hand. She reached some busy streets. All red, green, shiny decorations on the walls. It was then she realized it was “Christmas”. She bends down to tell her daughter “its Christmas dear”.
They both walked down the walkways watching many purchase items for their Christmas, the streets were filled with small wooden huts, well decorated with bells, tinsels, string lights, ribbons, wreaths etc. The smell of fresh baked bread was filling in the cold air. The snow has never stopped them, they all were busy purchasing and wishing each other.
Everybody Smiled at her, even though none knew her. It was a happy place, there was friendliness in the air. Age or illness never stopped them from being outside their homes. She enjoyed the friendliness and the aura of the place.
“Mamma see a giant Christmas tree “, pointed her daughter. As they both stood watching the giant Xmas tree, she could recollect joy of celebrating Christmas in her old times.
It was entirely different as compared to this. There were Santas, angels singing Carols, sweets, balloons and Churches all decked up and streets packed with people. The Plum cakes which she used to get at homes and much more.
Every place celebrates the joy of Christmas in a different way. She enjoyed the day in the snow land and happily cherished the memory of a hi-fi Xmas and brought her family a good cake to cut in and have. The beauty was indeed something more to Cherish in.
In loving memory of a long Lost Christmas in Snow.