The snowglobe

The dusty snowglobe in the dark recesses of your shelf with the perfect white-steepled church and miniature douglas fir trees of wonder are meant to be shaken up.

Otherwise, we will never get to see the glittery snowflakes circle the globe like the Magi in search of the infinity spark. It is a sight to behold the beautiful chaos of snowflakes set on the spin cycle.

How full of anguish they must feel when they are lying in the tomb floor dormant when they are destined to plunge, twirl, and nose dive.

Only children will get it and shake them up without being told. But this year, I take my perfect globe off the shelf and have a little party.