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The Snowfall

My friend, Carla, sent this story out in our homeschool newsletter this last week. It had been forwarded to her. I don’t know who the author is, but I thought it was just beautiful. Perfect for the holidays. And for the pre-menstrual mess of weepy hormones that I am one with on this fine day.

Enjoy, my sweet bloggy friends.

“The Snowfall”

author unknown

Once upon a time, there was a man who looked upon Christmas as a lot of humbug. He wasn’t a Scrooge. He was a very kind and decent person, generous to his family, upright in all his dealings with other men. But he didn’t believe all that stuff about an incarnation which churches proclaim at Christmas. And he was too honest to pretend that he did.

“I am truly sorry to distress you,” he told his wife, who was a faithful churchgoer. “But I simply cannot understand this claim that God became man. It doesn’t make any sense to me”

On Christmas Eve, his wife and children went to church for the midnight service. He declined the invitation to accompany them. “I’d feel like a hypocrite,” he explained. “I’d much rather stay at home. But I’ll wait up for you.”

Shortly after his family drove away in the car, snow began to fall. He went to the window and watched the flurries getting heavier and heavier. “If we must have Christmas,” he reflected, “it’s nice to have a white one.” He went back to his chair by the fireside and began to read his newspaper.

A few minutes later he was startled by a thudding sound. It was quickly followed by another, then another. He thought that someone must be throwing snowballs at his window. When he went to the front door to investigate, he found a flock of birds huddled miserably in the snow. They had been caught in the storm and in a desperate search for shelter had tried to fly through his window.

“I can’t let those poor creatures lie there and freeze,” he thought, “but how can I help them?” Then he remembered the barn where the children’s pony was stabled. It would provide a warm shelter. He quickly put on his coat and tramped through the deepening snow to the barn. He opened the doors wide and turned on the light.

But the birds didn’t come in.

“Food will bring them in,” he thought. So he hurried back to the house for breadcrumbs, which he sprinkled on the snow to make a trail into the barn. To his dismay, the birds ignored the breadcrumbs and continued to flop around helplessly in the snow.

He tried shooing them into the barn by walking around and waving his arms. They scattered in every direction – except into the warm, lighted barn.

“If only I could be a bird myself for a few minutes, perhaps I could lead them to safety,” he thought. Just at that moment the church bells began to ring. He stood silently for a while, listening to the bells pealing the glad tidings of Christmas. Then he sank to his knees in the snow.

“Now I understand,” he whispered. “Now I see why You had to do it.”

9 Responses to The Snowfall

  • Dee,
    Thank you, thank you, thank you for sharing this beautiful little story. It hit me to squarely that I actually cried big, fat crocodile tears probably because I love to hear whenever anyone can understand Jesus’ purpose, even if it’s only a story!

    I’m sending it to all my friends this morning.

  • Very sweet. Thank you for that!

  • I’ve never heard that story before – lovely!

  • That’s beautiful! Thanks for sharing it!

  • Absolutely beautiful. Thanks so much for sharing.

  • Oh, how I’m with you on that being one with the weepy hormones. I heard the song Christmas in America by Kenny Rogers and I was crying in my work parking lot. Nothing says pre-menstral like a red eyes and a face puffed up like a blowfish.

    The story is stunning and beautiful and very apropos for this Christmas season.

  • Dee,

    This has nothing to do with your post today. I thought of you this morning as I made my annual batch of oreo bon-bons – which is strange since I don’t really know you!! Anyhoo, knowing your love for all things oreo, I thought you should have this recipe. It is the simplest and most sinful thing ever. Food process one package of oreos and add a block of cream cheese and process until smooth. Make small balls and place on waxed paper. Melt a bag of white chocolate chips with a tiny bit of cooking oil and coat each ball in the chocolate. Let firm up in the fridge and enjoy!
    My sister calls these bun-buns cause that’s where they end up! Enjoy!

  • I don’t know who the author is, but Paul Harvey read this years ago. It still strikes a chord with me when I hear it. It is a beautiful story.

  • Very touching – thanks for posting it!