Long years ago children used to live happy for three seasons a year.
In Spring there were only sunny days and the sun warmed up the air with its shining rays. The lawns were full of perfumed flowers and children could start again to play outdoors.
In Summer children spent their holiday and played happily through the waves of the sea or ran up and down in the lawns of the mountains.
In Autumn it was wonderful turn somersaults through leaves of thousand colours.
There was only a season that made sad the children: Winter.
When they overlooked trough the window they saw a grey and melancholy view.
It was often raining and parents forbade them to go out and play under the rain, because they didn’t want them to get wet.
In those months it wasn’t possible to hear their laugh, shouts and discussions.
Bare trees couldn’t stand all that silence. So they lifted their branches toward the sky and, during the night, they prayed that a little of joy and movement come back again.
Their only answer were a lot of soft white flakes that felt down and danced with slowness and elegance.
It was a wonderful show but, at first light, the world seemed wrapped in a pure white cloak.
The trees had lost every hope.
Slowly the windows opened and the incredulous children observed that soft blanket
that covered everything.
The children started to call each other and all rushed outside.
How many wonderful games: they slid, rolled about and threw a lot of soft balls, they built lively snowmen… but especially joy, shouts and laugh returned.
The trees were satisfied because finally the Winter had thought to the children’s happiness as well.
Ever since, during the coldest season, children wait in suspense the falling of the snow and for every flake that falls down there is a joyful laugh that comes up to the sky.