Lio’s Silver Snowflake — Every evening, Lio tucked a flat silver paper snowflake under his scarf and carried it to the fir glade. Read the full story →
Every evening, Lio tucked a flat silver paper snowflake under his scarf and carried it to the fir glade. It had been folded from the first cold morning leaf he ever saved, and it made a tiny shush-shush sound against his neck.
Then one day, real snow began to fall, soft as fern fuzz. Because of that, the little fir’s highest branch bent low and bare under its bright star. Because of that, the wrapped gifts below looked extra lonely in the blue-white quiet. Lio lifted his long neck and whispered, “You can shine here.”
He slipped his silver snowflake onto the drooping branch and stepped back without calling anyone. By morning, every snowflake on the fir glittered around it, and only Lio knew why the glade made a tiny shush-shush sound.
