Child's Calendar Beautiful, First Year, December

The Little Snow Flake

It was a little snowflake
With tiny winglets furled;
Its warm cloud mother held it fast
Above the sleeping world.
All night the wild wind blustered,
And blew o'er land and sea;
But the little snowflake cuddled close,
As safe as safe could be.

Then came the cold, gray morning,
And the great cloud mother said,
"Now every little snowflake
Must proudly lift its head,
And through the air go sialing
Tilli tfinds a place to light,
For I must weave a coverlet
To clothe the earth in white."

The little snowflake fluttered,
And gave a wee, wee sigh;
But fifty million other flakes
Came floating softly by;
And the wise cloud mothers sent them
To keep the world's bread warm,
Through a many a winter sunset,
Through many a winter storm.

~Margaret E. Sangster