I am remembering a Christmas past, not for the usual activities
associated with this festive season, but simply for a most truly
memorable stroll taken by myself and the family dog, Scamp, through a
beautiful snow-covered Ringsend Park.
It is a couple of days into the New Year of 1963 and just another few days
remain of the school holidays. At this stage, time is moving in what
almost feels like slow motion.
"Oh well, why should today be any different from the rest?" I think to
myself as I lazily drag my tired body out of its warm nest. Having
pulled the blankets and old overcoat back up over the bed to keep the
heat in I move towards the window to see what the day has to offer.
A magnificent sight greets my eyes. Overnight there has been a heavy
fall of snow. Our avenue resembles a scene from one of those old-time
Christmas cards depicting images of snow-covered roofs, smoke swirling
from tall chimney pots etc. "Today will not be like any other day" I decide. With that thought in
mind I quickly dress and hurry downstairs. After a warm breakfast Scamp
and I set off on our travels to our beloved park, her favourite
playground.
As I approach the gates I see before me a beautiful vision. Overnight,
our park has been transformed into a snowy wonderland. There is not a
soul in sight and as I walk along the sound of crunching snow beneath my
feet is pure music to my ears. I begin to imagine I'm in another world.
A world where no human beings exist, nobody to put me down or hurt me.
Yes, here I can feel safe and happy. Scamp is having a good time too.
She barks and rolls around and sniffs the snow for any juicy tit bits
that might be lurking beneath.
Now I decide to build a snowman. Having rolled enough snow to make the
body and head I set about putting him together. I want him to look happy
so I carve out a large smiling mouth, turning it up at both ends. "He
does look jolly" I decide as I stand back to admire my creation.
I remain in my winter paradise for quite a while after that, allowing my
mind to wonder and absorb the great beauty which lies all around me.
The already grey skies now begin to grow even darker as I make my way
back home.I will always remember that morning. It is one of the magic
moments of my childhood.
Above image taken by me in June 2005
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