I’m dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the tree tops glisten
And children listen
To hear sleigh bells in the snow
- White Christmas by Irving Berlin, 1942
I am dreaming of one too, even though it does not snow where I live. That imagery of a snowy Christmas was ingrained in my mind since the first Christmas party I attended as a kid. It so fascinated me that I specially planned a vacation in New York and Toronto many winters ago just to get my hands on some of that snow.
Church Of Nativity, Bethlehem. Source: The Library Of Congress, USA.
Through the years, the images associated with a white Christmas have changed, but the snow remains. Although it was probably not snowing in Bethlehem when Jesus Christ was born, somehow, I prefer to think it did when he was wrapped in swaddling clothes sleeping in the manger. Imagine the peace and tranquility of a snow-covered landscape softly accentuating the warm loving atmosphere that a new baby brings.
Bethlehem and surroundings. Source: The Library Of Congress, USA.
Maybe that is why I am still dreaming of a white Christmas – because the love this little child has come to give warms my heart, especially so when it is cold and wet outside.
Church Of Nativity, Bethlehem. Source: The Library Of Congress, USA.
