Saturday 16th January – A bit after bedtime….
The last time it snowed here was 3 years ago,
But you were so tiny you just didn’t know.
You can’t have been more than a few short months old,
Wrapped up in a snowsuit all safe from the cold.
But we bought you a sledge as you started to grow,
So eager to let you play out in the snow.
The Snowman and Snowdog was watched on repeat,
But all that we had was a shower of sleet.
You’ve patiently waited for snowflakes to fall,
Yet there’s hasn’t been any. Not any at all.
But now, on this night, as we tucked you in bed,
We finished your story and kissed your sweet head.
When through the dark sky rose a soft silent glow,
The world became still, as it started to snow.
We watched as the flakes fluttered down through the air,
While you, sleepy head, remained quite unaware.
The streets snuggled down under blankets of white,
An hour past bed time and deep in the night.
I glanced at your Dad and we knew what to do.
Whatever the time, all this snow was for you.
So we tiptoed upstairs and we crept to your door,
Your sleepy tot brother continued to snore,
But you were awake as we both shuffled in,
You sensed an adventure and gave us a grin.
We both whispered “shhh” as we waved you to come.
So you climbed out of bed to your Dad and your Mum.
We tiptoed downstairs as a giggling three,
And into the hallway, you, Daddy and me.
On went our coats and our boots and a hat,
On top of our PJs, as simple as that.
And holding your breath with excitement and awe
We switched off the lights, and we opened the door…
Your face was a picture of perfect surprise.
As you stared at the snowflakes with sparkling eyes.
We gave you a hug as you took in the sight,
The landscape you knew was now crisp, cold and white.
Your snow, that you’d wished for and wanted so much.
Was yours as you whispered “I just want to touch”.
Shyly at first you stepped onto the street.
Entranced by the crunch of the snow at your feet.
You looked to the sky and you held out your hand,
reaching for snowflakes and watching them land.
Confident now you began to have fun,
Laughing and giggling you started to run.
Stamping out footprints all over the place.
Beaming, but shivering, with snow on your face.
So we headed back in to get cosy and warm,
And you climbed back upstairs as you stifled a yawn.
“Snow is my favourite” you said with a grin.
“Snow is my favouritest favourite thing”.
Your Dad and I smiled as we wished you goodnight.
And dreaming of snowflakes we knew you’d sleep tight.
The chance of a snowman is probably none.
As we know that by morning the snow could be gone.
But despite being short, and although it was late.
Our snowy adventure was so worth the wait.
Those few little moments, outside and together,
Have made us a memory we’ll treasure forever.
Sweet dreams Tinks.
One day we’ll build your snowman.
Sunday 17th January – 0826…
Welcome the world Norbert! :0)
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