I’ve always liked those Christmas trees caked in fake snow. I think they call them flocked trees.
I didn’t know it, but Son #1 likes them, too.
It seems he noticed that our tree wasn’t flocked. There was zero snow on it, and he had been expecting a snowstorm in the living room that would coat our tree in fluffy white snowflakes. But his hopes and dreams were dashed to smithereens on a daily basis. And that wouldn’t do.
He took matters into his own hands.
Charity was preparing to bake homemade bread and rolls this afternoon. She pulled out the ingredients, then scrounged around for the utensils to prepare the dough.
She turned around to grab the flour from where she set it on the counter, but it was gone.
She walked toward the table, completely dumbfounded. She knew she had set it out.
As she looked at the table, wondering if she was losing her mind, she noticed an arm being thrust toward the direction of the Christmas tree in the living room.
She turned around. Tears flooded her eyes.
Son #1 said, “Momma, look! It’s snowing!” Wonder and excitement filled his voice. It was the awe of making the house a tad more Christmasy than a few minutes before.
“Dear Lord, be my strength.” She stammered as she went to her knees.
Flour stood two inches deep on the floor, and the Christmas tree had been heavily flocked.
Son #1 was grinning from ear to ear. In his mind, he had solved the world’s problem — no snow on the tree.
So this evening, we went to the newly renovated big concrete block superstore and bought a can of Santa Snow — the answer to all your flocking needs.
And we have padlocked the flour container.
to the flocking connoisseurs,
– Caleb
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