Holiday snowstorm

For some reason still not fully known to me, this has been an enchanted holiday season. The biggest single thing, I guess, was an amazing snowstorm on Christmas Day. It was said to be the most snow our area has had on Christmas in 100 years. Not that much, really, maybe 8 inches, but it was light, fluffy, somehow extraordinarily beautiful as we walked in our nearby foothills that afternoon. Making our way around town on that and subsequent days, at events and routine rounds, we found friends and strangers alike somehow all aglow, exclaiming: "Wasn't it beautiful?" All childlike again, we were quietly amazed that a winter snowstorm could thrill us so! Another smaller storm followed two days later, coaxing the snow-covered landscape into seeming eternal whiteness. A bright near-full moon on those days took the glory into nighttime. By night, we and our nearby loved ones stared outside at the glowing snow from the warmth of our houses. So far, I'm in love with winter, a new or rekindled feeling for me. And now the New Year is born, this morning, and the world looks bright in the blue-sky sunshine.