Let it Snow
MOTE Week 2, 2025
This week at MOTE, I was prompted by nother Mike with: Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow…
After a bit of thought I concluded that it wasn’t the line of someone who wanted snow to fall, nor someone who didn’t want snow to fall. Rather it was the line of someone who didn’t care either way at the time.
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George opened the door to their hotel room, and invited Hillary to precede him in. He was still smiling, he seemed to have not stopped since the minister had named them 'man and wife' and they'd signed the Registrar's book the day before.
The sight of the most beautiful woman he'd ever met walking down the aisle towards him in the most elegant white dress he'd ever seen, lace veil hiding her blue eyes, dark brown hair mostly unseen behind her back, was the best sight in his life so far, filling his heart with such joy.
After the service and the reception, they'd spent their first night as a couple at a local hotel before flying out on honeymoon.
Since they'd gotten married in the early months of the year, they'd decided to go to one of the skiing resorts in the Swiss Alps, up at Kleine Scheidegg. Ordinarily they wouldn't stay up there, where everything was more expensive due to the need to take all supplies up by train, but a honeymoon was supposed to be special, so they spent the extra for a fortnight's stay.
They flew out after breakfast, and had a snack lunch at Geneva Airport after making their way through customs and baggage reclaim.
The newly-weds then took the train with their luggage to Interlaken, before taking the train up to Kleine Scheidegg, changing to the rack-and-pinion at Lauterbrunnen. There was snow on the ground down in Interlaken, and even more in Lauterbrunnen.
They passed through Wengen, which they were planning on returning down to on Sunday for the service in the English Speaking Church with its Eagle flying over the mountains stained glass window.
Further up they looked for and spotted the successive sights of pistes passing under and over the railway line, as well as the sight of the Hundschopf from below, clearly visible with no sign of the grandstand that was built every year for the downhill.
Once at the top, they dismounted with their luggage, and hauled it over the hard-packed snow paths to their hotel. After checking in at reception, they unpacked up in their room. They had brought all their skiwear and their ski boots with them, and had arranged to hire skis and poles from the next morning.
The couple had headed down to the hotel restaurant when it opened for the evening. The food has been delicious, and George had really enjoyed the conversation with his new wife.
After a leisurely meal, it was time to head back to the room for the evening.
Once both were in the room, George closed the door, then took his beautiful bride in his arms.
After they kissed, Hillary looked to the right, out of the window. "It's snowing," she said.
George looked across. There was indeed snow falling past the window. The first snowfall he'd seen on this holiday, adding to the snow already on the ground.
But there were more important things right now. He turned his face back, so he was looking deep into his bride's eyes. "Let it snow." He kissed her. "Let it snow." He kissed her again. "Let it snow."
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My offering this week went to Padre. As always, I’m looking forwards to reading what everyone comes up with.