On days where snow falls and the wind blows to make the windows rattle, the warmth of a fireplace is all you need. Sitting by the fireplace on a day like this was a little girl by the name of Lily.

Lily sat shivering on the sofa wrapped in a blue blanket. She didn’t know why she had decided to go outside on such a cold day. Something about the way those snowflakes fell had beckoned her. They fell so gracefully, unharmed by the cold. Each one was individual, no two the same. Lily had been mesmerized. It had reminded her of the time her parents took her to see the Nutcracker. All the ballerina’s glided gracefully, freely across the stage. The snowflakes glided across the sky. Lily got up from the sofa as her toes no longer felt so numb. She pressed her nose to the window to gaze once more at those beautiful snowflakes. She slowly peeled herself away from the window and ran up the stairs.  “Mother!” She called as she raced through the house. Finally she found her mother in the bedroom. “Mother,” Lily said panting, “Mother.”

“Yes darling,” her mother looked at her daughter panting in the doorway, “Tell me.”

Lily took a deep breath, “Mother I want to dance. I want to glide and spin and swoop. I want to fly and I want to close my eyes and soar!” Lily’s eyes gleamed and twinkled and shined,

“Mother, I want to be a snowflake.”

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