Merry Christmas, everyone. To celebrate, here’s the dramatic piece we preformed earlier this month. “Snowflakes.” If you aren’t in the mood yet, you will be now. Enjoy!
A hushed winterland, a joyous hinterland – uncharted, crisp and clean, untouched by man or beast,
quiet and undisturbed, slowly awakened by the audible delights of a child,
with cumbersome boots sinking inches into the virgin land, unspoiled and serene, until perfectly molded footprints follow him in the snow as he sloshes every waking breath into the wonderland.
Vibrant eyes, large and bold like the static black coal of a snowman’s eye,
Pupils dilated with wide-eyed delight, writing tales of wonder on the lens of the eye.
Ruddy-red cheeks, puffy flesh, numb to the touch, indifferent to the coldness,
Warmed by the laughter and sighs and taut screams of glee directed at only one object:
Snowflakes piled in billions and trillions, each one exclusive and uncommon,
Each unique pattern its glories unknown by human eye alone,
But the beauty of the snowflake does not frame itself on the mind of a child,
It’s not the patterns or artistry which foolishly draws the child into the coldness,
It’s the possibilities that the falling, gentle crystal stars create,
Wet and heavy, big and slow, floating on the wings of the air,
Head tilted, eyes towards the heavens, listening patiently for the message, mouth oval-round, measuring the flight pattern as he catches the cold design on the tip of the tongue.
The mouth tastes the wetness, the nose smells the freshness, the cheeks touch the dampness, the ears hear the deafness, and the eyes, yes, the eyes see a kaleidoscope of light, sparkling and shifting as the sun peeks its frigid nose out from behind mile-high clouds,
Winter captures every sense, compelling the child to leap to the ground, to rest amidst the tranquil frozen sea and release the awaiting angel, ready to announce the joyous arrival.
Peace has come. Join us, let us rest, in the
for Christmastime is here.