Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
I’ve seen a lot of snow in my life. As a child, the wonder of snow was real. It seemed magical as the flakes of white would fall from the sky. I remember making paper snowflakes in kindergarten. How magical it was as Mrs. Pellegrino, one of the first pregnant people I ever saw on a daily basis, showed us how to cut with those blunt stubby scissors and make the designs of a snow flake. She told us that in nature every snowflake was unique. She might have even uttered the forbidden word God as she told us this scientific fact. In those days, we still prayed in school. Yes, even in NYC we bowed our head and said a generic prayer at the beginning of the school day. During weekly assembly we would also recite a Psalm from the Holy Bible. The Psalms were common to all Judeo-Christian faiths. There was something ethereal about the snow of my childhood. Full of life and vitality, Brooklyn was noisy. The ...