In the period close to Christmas, and three days after the first snowfall in this region of southwestern Ontario. The snow came quietly in the night or in the early morning. When we went to bed near midnight, there was none at all. Then early in the morning we heard the children singing Christmas songs from their rooms across the hall. It was very dark and I rolled over to check the time. It was 4:30 a.m. One of them must have awakened and looked out the window to find the snow and then eagerly awakened the others. They are half crazed by the promise of Christmas, and the discovery of the snow is an unexpected giddy surprise. There was no snow promised for this area, not even yesterday. “What are you doing?” I call, although it is obvious. “Singing Christmas songs,” they shout back with equal obviousness, “because it snowed.” “Try to be quiet,” I say, “or you’ll wake the baby.” “She’s already awake,” they say. “She’s listening to our singing. She likes it.
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