Warm Hands, Warmer Hearts

The Little's feet push into little boots. The Little's hands fit into little mittens. "oh," say the Littles,"that makes my hands feel very warm!"

Little arms slide into little coats, little soft heads cupped in fuzzy, furry, little hats.

"Out we go!" declare the Little's voices chiming together like angel's little silver bells. As we step timidly out into the new White, it puffs and fluffs around the Little's boots.

Looking up into the mild white-gray, flakes like miniature feathers quietly float, dance, twirl, slide. Down each one comes with the grace of a delicate ballerina, a tiny soft white fairy.

Little eyes closely inspecting each one with the quietness of a whisper. Soft, chill, rest, thrill! "Mama, it landed on my nose!" declared the littlest Little, as if he had discovered a rare treasure! "Yes it did, you are lucky indeed!" replies Big.

Bigger Little turns to littlest Little, softly presses her nose to his, and a giggle rises out of the quiet like a golden ray of sun, dances on the chilly air, and warm fills the hearts of the Littles and the Big.

Warm Hands, Warmer Hearts are standing in the fresh new White.