Silently it fell, gently landing on the window sill, careful, as if not wanting to wake them. The one was soon followed by two, then many as they made a light blanket of white over the homes and streets. There was the faint chime of laughter that was carried by the wind, just like the snow and, if you listened hard enough, you could hear it and smile, for it was so full of joy. That laughter and joy would be heard and seen by all once the children woke up and looked out their windows to see the wonderful gift. It would be felt even more so by the one who brought it for who knew something as small and delicate as a snowflake could fill anyone