A very popular piece of holiday décor this time of year is that magical little wonder called a snow globe. Grab it and turn it flip it around or shake it and then set it back down again to watch the little snowflakes fall on whatever tiny little creature or scene that happens to be nestled inside. As a kid, snow globes were an endless fascination. It was like having my very own crystal ball. Well, it was a rather dull fortune-teller in that the scene inside never changed, but thanks to a bit of imagination this wasn’t a problem. Truthfully, the real magic was simply in the miniaturized scene inside. Whether it was an impossibly small Santa and reindeer or a complete winter village scene, it was equally amazing. I used to imagine myself shrunk down to the appropriate size, entering that little house or sliding down the tiny hill on my equally and impressively tiny sled. As an adult, when I pass by one in the store, I still can’t help but pick it up and shake it only to find that it still manages to thrill me.
I’m always amazed at the sheer number of snow globes available for sale in stores each year. Many are rather large, allowing for an even more elaborate scene inside. More impressive are the various collectors who have amassed shelves and shelves of the magical orbs. For our part, we just have a couple and they aren’t particularly impressive. I saw a truly amazing one a couple of years ago, but the price tag made me run screaming in the other direction and I didn’t purchase it. But I adore the idea of a perfect moment in time captured in a glass bubble. It’s just a fabulous concept. Freezing time at that perfect magical moment and preserving it for years and years. Sure, inside the snow globe, it’s a rather enchanted version of life made more so floating under glass, but the sense of wonder it creates is captivating.
This made me think about life’s actual wonderful moments. Those beautiful times, whether a lovely evening at home or on that amazing, unforgettable holiday, when everything seems perfect and you wish you could simply stay inside that memory forever. It made me reflect on my own snow globe moments. What are the times that I would choose to preserve inside my little glass bubble? A surge of wonderful events, large and small, came flooding to my mind. It felt fantastic to recall them. I had to laugh at how silly and simple some of the moments seemed. But then I realized that I am indeed a collector after all. In my memory, I’ve shelves and shelves of beautiful memories. Each one captured there and waiting to be shaken back into my consciousness. Life is pretty wonderful. Each day, I’m thankful for all of those incredible moments I can relive and re-love once more, if I just take a little time to go inside the snow globe.